I suppose I could say that to be interested in innocence already suggests a remove from innocence, perhaps a longing for something that is lost.

I think I'm probably too close to the seventies to be able to analyse them (it?) effectively.

You might call this innocence. I had a sense of another world that had not been spoken of to me.

I've drifted in and out of vegetarianism for years.

I feel a little as if the Buddhism is creeping back, but I mention all this simply in order to illustrate that there is, in my life, a fundamental sense of conflict between something that I am calling 'Buddhism' and my creative impulse.

I can't imagine anyone ever again being able to make a film like, say, Summer Holiday, for instance, to give a British example, actually. And there will never be another Annette Funicello. I suppose it's the slight starchiness of the innocence that makes it unrepeatable.

I associate my childhood with two things, mainly: the North Devon countryside and a sense of connection to another world.