I was a student in London in the '70s, so CBGB really wasn't on my radar at all. Obviously, I was aware of the emergence of the Police in England and as an art student, I was very aware of David Byrne, but I suppose my musical taste at that time certainly didn't stretch towards the Dead Boys or the Ramones.

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

I get stage fright and gremlins in my head saying: 'You're going to forget your lines'.

That's it then. Cancel the kitchen scraps for lepers and orphans, no more merciful beheadings, and call off Christmas.

I have a love-hate relationship with white silk.

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

Acting touches nerves you have absolutely no control over.