I had a place in England and was commuting from England to Australia, which is pretty stupid, but after two years I sort of knew what I wanted to do, more or less.

I never used to sleep much. I think we all go through a bit of a time like that where we rage about. If we don't, I don't think you've ever really lived.

Once, the parental bed collapsed because all the children sat on it at once.

I got through my teen years by being a bit of a clown.

I was a hard worker, and I always knew my lines.

You never came home for lunch: you just stayed doing, playing, having fun, surfing, running round.

It was a very odd household, because the grandmothers were so different. Both of them had their own pianos. So it would be duelling pianos by grandmothers.