You know, there's that temptation in interviews to make yourself sound - well, to give yourself a bit of mystery.

I think if you're at the point where you're popular enough to sell your wedding photos to OK! Magazine then you don't need the money.

My forte is playing drunks down the ages. When my agent rings me about a role, I don't ask what the part is, but what century it's in.

Class still matters in Britain today.

Baldness is visually enough of a stigma as it is without a big sweaty bloke on stage pointing it out.

I used to attract a lot of feeders. I'd be quite happy to be locked in someone's flat and fed liquidised burgers.

I came back from university thinking I knew all about politics and racism, not knowing my dad had been one of the youngest-serving Labour councillors in the town and had refused to work in South Africa years ago because of the situation there. And he's never mentioned it - you just find out. That's a real man to me. A sleeping lion.