I've had a bit of trouble with the press. They hate me, and the one that hates me the most is a chap called Garry Bushell. He's the TV critc for The Sun. He called me a hideous old boiler. Well, I don't know if you've seen Garry Bushell, but he's hardly an oil painting himself, is he? Not unless there is an oil painting called "Constipated warthog licking piss off a toilet seat".