It surely must be one of the great ironies of our age that this august Assembly is addressed, for the first time in its 49 years, by a South African Head of State drawn from among the African majority of what is an African country.

I suppose that's one of the ironies of life doing the wrong thing at the right moment.

The surest sign of the estrangement of the opinions of two persons is when they both say something ironical to each other and neither of them feels the irony.

I'm conditioned to know that I'm gonna fuck something up, so I go into anything that makes me feel truly vulnerable with an acknowledgment that it may be temporary, or I may be limited in my ability to fulfill this really big thing that doesn't require me to be sharp or witty or dexterous. It requires me to be fucking naive and simple and nice and reliable. I worry about it, because I'm better at: make a joke and leave.

All of my flaws and all the things that make me up are part of who I am. It's about honesty and everything that encompasses: fragility, neuroses, getting it wrong. I stand for being an ambassador of that kind of honesty.

Would I show my body off if I was thinner? Probably not, because my body is mine. I think I remind everyone of themselves. I'm not saying everyone is my size, but it's relatable because I'm not perfect, and I think a lot of people are portrayed as perfect, unreachable and untouchable.