Londo I think I got to a point where I realised that I couldn't change the past and I didn't want my life to be wasted in regrets. Too much of it had been wasted already. I've been out for twenty-five years and I never mean to invalidate people who are just leaving when I encourage them to see the world, enjoy life and think about something other than this cult. It's just that human life is finite.
My father always wanted to travel. He was always talking about buying a Land Rover and travelling to Africa, etc. Never went out of the UK in the end! He sat by my mother's bed when she was dying and talked again about this wish and said to me, I suppose it's too late now isn't it? What could I say? I don't mean to be melodramatic but life slips away so fast.