I'm prone to a more depressed outlook on life.

I'm a very, very handsome man, and have had to come to terms with it... um, do I like the way I look? In the right light, and with a following wind.

There are some people who only know me for cornflakes ads, and that's fine. I have a charmed life.

I like witty people, people who can be witty on the spot.

I still have lots of friends from my pre-success days.

I do seem to look like a lot of people.

The thing is, when I had my first success it did coincide with the end of my first marriage, and because I went on to have a very, very unhappy two years, I don't think I equate career success with personal happiness.