As for waxing, I've never waxed in my life and I never would. I'm extremely Welsh, so I draw the line at removing body hair.

I first went to the Chubut valley, the colony that runs about 800km across the width of Argentina, in 2000. My uncle had been there tracing family and came back saying I had to go. So a year later I did.

In my twenties, I thought I was Robert De Niro and I invested all of myself in my acting. But, as I've got older, I've calmed down a bit. I've thrown my game plan out of the window.

At home I can become lazy and if a Welsh word is really long, I just replace it with English.

I'm 33 now and I seem to have hit a fitness plane. Shifting the wobbly bits isn't as easy as it used to be.

I definitely want to go back to the theatre. It is hard work, it is repetitive, but it is intensely rewarding.

I have very fond memories of the 80s; they were very formative years for me. I certainly remember the Cold War. It was a closer doorstep for the Brits than the Americans, so it was a very real and palpable threat at the time.