I couldn't really see the point of having lunch unless it started at 1:00 and ended a week later in Monte Carlo.

The moon puts on an elegant show, different every time in shape, colour and nuance.

Acting is the most demanding, painful job in the world.

My eyebrows could do with a trim.

The best way to prepare for a night out with a Shakespearean tragedy is to do a bit of reading up in the afternoon, eat a light supper - perhaps Welsh rarebit - and then arrive early to do some stretching exercises in the foyer before curtain-up.

Global warming, the ongoing destruction of the planet, Third World debt, the uselessness of the railways, the takeover by the corporations, the scary George Bush person: all these things are important and should be animating me into outrage. Yet somehow they do not.

I abhor nothing more than bumping into someone I know on the Tube.