QUOTE : Something I learned quite quickly after the night I turned up at his flat, drunk and sobbing, wanting him to love me, was that I wasn't getting the Good Arnold. I'd had a chance with the Good Arnold. The one who would take you to a nice restaurant. The one who would ask about your parents. I had failed my audition somehow, and instead I'd landed the consolation prize: the Bad Arnold. The one who wanted to get indecently drunk. The one who wasn't afraid to ask for weird sex stuff. Though it was still Arnold, and I was happy, sort of.