When I stayed, I was like, 'Babe, I need underwear, socks, shoes, everything,'

She had the underwear of a thirteen-year-old, as well, he thought. He glanced back at her. But the shoes of a courtesan.

I have no superstitions. I don't have to have a Sunday outfit. I don't have socks or underwear I have to wear.

There are the tales of the socks and underwear he keeps in his office desk, of having to stop at his office en route to weddings to pick up a suit, of colleagues calling at 3 in the morning to leave messages on his office phone and hearing him pick up. From his discombobulated apartment comes lore about lasagna grown petrified after three months in his oven - that is, once he'd had his stove connected.

Who doesn't wear M&S underwear? They've been 'supporting' me for years and now I'm glad I've got a suit to wear as well. Marks & Spencer is a great British institution and I am very happy to be associated with it.

There was always something strange about Jim, wearing slacks and shoes with no socks, even in winter.