Listening to Chris Moyles on Radio 1 is the most miserable thing any human being can do, but attending awards ceremonies isn't far behind.

My eyebrows could do with a trim.

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

My sister-in-law believes that few narratives are so tightly constructed that you can't skip boring bits and still keep abreast of what's going on.

After you've read a novel, you only retain a vague memory of its contents. You remember the atmosphere, the odd image or phrase or vivid cameo.

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

I am 54 and age is slowly writing itself on my face.