Well, I met Frank Sinatra and Bob Dylan in the space of 15 minutes. Frank Sinatra kissed me on the lips. He kissed me on the lips. And then he gave me a filterless cigarette. And then I met Bob Dylan. I came off all lightheaded and had to go sit on his dressing-room steps.

There was a point when it all really took off and got quite overwhelming, even though I didn't realize it.

Most of the time I dress depending on my mood. I just throw on whatever I feel like wearing at the time, which tends to come from the palette of black, grey or red.

It's often only other people who notice you have a signature style. I don't think I've got one, though other people tell me I do.

I'd go on the train to castings, changing from my school uniform on the train. I carried on like that for a few years, getting jobs in bits and pieces.

I thought it was quite vain to say, I want to be a model.

I am not a fashion freak!