Stephen Moss interviews Sir Jonathan Miller for The Guardian :
It's hard to know how to respond to Miller: the bitterness is expressed with such comic brio (lots of funny accents to represent Hollywood moguls and tetchy Italian tenors), the remorse at his decision to abandon science to pursue about eight other glittering careers so misguided, the salmon sandwiches [Miller's lunch] consumed with such satisfaction, that I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
He loathes critics, variously likened to "tsetse flies", "parasitic invertebrates" and "midgets talking into a loudspeaker". Newspapers are "an amplifying system into which hobbits talk". First nights are characterised by a "high-pitched dipteran whine, with busy young men and women networking". Most operas are nonsense - "there are only about 30 or 40 which are worth spending one's time on. I would never dream of doing La Forza del Destino. I can't make any sense of it at all." To this hobbit, Miller is mad, magnificent and extremely good copy.
And to this weblogger, the interview is mad, magnificent, and extremely good reading.