Do you know that moment when you paint a landscape as a child and, when you're maybe under seven or something, the sky is just a blue stripe across the top of the paper? And then there's that somewhat disappointing moment when the teacher tells you that the sky actually comes down in amongst all the branches. And it's like life changes at that moment and becomes much more complicated and a little bit more boring, as it's rather tedious to fill in the branches.

I have a photograph at home of Fred Astaire from the knees down with his feet crossed. It's kind of inspiring because it reminds me his feet were bleeding at the end of rehearsals. Yet when you watch him, all you see is freedom. It's a reminder of what the job is about in general, not just being in musicals.

Mellow doesn't describe me. I'm hungry every day.

The point about a great story is that it's got a beginning, a middle and end.

You know, London is so sprawling, and you can sometimes forget that anybody else is on a stage anywhere else.

I am the character you are not supposed to like.

It is an ancient need to be told stories. But the story needs a great storyteller. Thanks for all of it, Jo.