I remember my ex-girlfriend told me that I was "so full of boring facts" because I knew things about politicians and she could never understand why I'd fume at the television when certain politicians came on. Okay, she shared my dislike of Australian populist, Hanson, but otherwise, she didn't care. She used to by tabloid magazines and was more interested in who was dating who or what this celebrity or that celebrity was wearing.

I remember, though, watching Neighbours, in 1988, and my mother said that she didn't think Kylie Minogue was a nice person because when she flew into England, there were people waiting to talk to her and paparazzi photographers and she hung her head and looked downcast. And, I thought, "NT or autistic, if you'd been on a 26 hour flight that was say, Melbourne, Singapore, Bahrain, London, and you'd had short stopovers, what you'd want to do would be go to your hotel room, have a shower and something to eat and go to bed, not stand around answering questions." Celebrities are human beings, too.

My ex-girlfriend believed that she would be a great singer, and I say, there's nothing wrong with wanting to be a singer, but before you can reach international stardom, you have to be noticed, then you have to make a demo tape, then you have to get a recording contract, then you've got to get people to notice your music. And I reminded her that the music industry is very fickle.

Another celebrity who gets on my nerves is Paris Hilton. I don't, for one minute, believe that she was that stupid to not know that she couldn't drink and drive and when caught the second time, could have blamed her advisers. Before you can even sit the test, you would have to know what the legal blood alcohol concentration is to drive. She was just trying to absolve herself of guilt.

The only celebrities who I have any real interest in are Malaysia's Amber Chia and Australia's Rhonda Burchmore. And that's because they're nice people, not because they're celebrities.