“I looked up at the rack of magazines on the wall. There was a handsome man on the cover of one, smartly dressed in a shiny grey suit, striking a dynamic pose. It was an appealing image, but I didn’t want to be like him, I didn’t want a change of life. I’ve never not wanted to be me.”

“I looked up at the rack of magazines on the wall. There was a handsome man on the cover of one, smartly dressed in a shiny grey suit, striking a dynamic pose. It was an appealing image, but I didn’t want to be like him, I didn’t want a change of life. I’ve never not wanted to be me.”

— Alan Davies