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The Late Fragments podcast hosted by Chloe Fox features conversations with elderly individuals about taboo topics like sex, money, politics, and religion. The guests share their perspectives on these subjects. Money is discussed in terms of its value and motivation, with one person refusing a large sum of money to avoid associating with Piers Morgan. Poverty is mentioned as a factor that affects expectations and aspirations. The concept of sex and its mysterious nature is explored. Personal anecdotes about love and relationships are shared. The influence of politics on writing is discussed indirectly. Religion is seen as an art form for expressing the complexity of human existence. The speaker reflects on their own experiences and the lessons learned in life. The fear of dying alone and the desire for a dignified end are expressed. Testing, testing. Yes, I think it's jumping up and down. It is? Yes, because it would be disastrous if nothing was recorded. Wouldn't care. Welcome to the Late Fragments podcast. I'm Chloe Fox and in this series I'll be talking to remarkable octogenarians and some nonogenarians about the four topics of conversation that should apparently be avoided in polite company. Sex, money, politics and religion. They are the things people want to talk about. Is money something that you've valued in your life? Does it motivate you? I'm not sure completely how much it motivates me because, for example, I won't do anything with Piers Morgan and he offered me a large sum of money. I think it was £50,000 and I wouldn't dream of having anything to do with him. You, on the other hand, I don't think have offered me anything and I'm doing it because I want to. I get so much pleasure from the money that I've given away. Poverty of income, poverty of earning, poverty of sufficiency, makes for poverty of expectation, of aspiration. Nothing changes, just because you're old. So, I'm a great advocate for Gary Atherton. Someone is either sexy or they're not. And who the hell knows what it is? I mean, if you could sell it in a bottle, it would sell well. I said, do you remember that holiday we took in Devon? And he said, we were in love. And I said, yes. Before I drove away, I said, can I do anything for you? And he said, I'd like a transistor radio. I didn't think about politics in my writing, except in a very indirect way. I wasn't in the mainstream of the kind of plays which were being written. And that's not a choice, of course. You are what you write and you write what you are. One particularly true thing was said, which is I had to lie about a hotel bill. I was caught lying. And I paid a heavy price for that. Where was God's assets? And the Christians fumbled with that one. Religion, now, to me, is an art, not a science. It's the way we tell stories and write music and paint pictures to try and express the complexity of our own condition. All I can tell you is, almost any idea you have, you'll almost certainly think something else as you move along. So I just haven't learned absolutely nothing from being here, I don't think. Except I did have a good time. I think, possibly, one of the reasons people dread the end is that there's no one who can help you towards it, really. You just have to help yourself. Everybody realises at the last moment, you're by yourself. And in my case, not meeting my maker. But ending a life I've absolutely adored, really, even though it was full of pain and suffering and misbehaviour. It's the one thing that we can all be sure of. Boris Johnson, as well as me. We will die. I hope I do it with dignity, I hope I do it gracefully. I hope that all my bodily fluids are under control.