 I'm old-fashioned. I like two sexes. All of a sudden, I don't like being married to what is known as a new woman. I want a wife, not a competitor. Competitor! Talk about a bit, this crying in the morning thing. It's depression. Let's get that fixed. That's what men think, isn't it? What? Unless you've got the answer, unless you can say, oh, I know this bloke in the year six road who could fix that, then there's no point bothering. How do you write women so well? I think of a man.