I have three boys, so I live in a household full of testosterone.

I always carry a pair of scissors around with me to cut things out of magazines.

I don't leave London, really, and I don't do theatre, because I want to put the kids to bed.

I don't get star-struck at all.

I once had a friend who did the hair for sci-fi movies, and after a particularly bad break-up I stupidly went to her salon and told her she could do anything she liked. She dyed the bottom cherry red and the top peroxide blonde.

Bad impulse buys make you feel grim, don't they? It's like having consumer Tourette's. I gravitate towards austere foreign-language film DVDs when insecure.

I'm feeling incredibly Botox-tempted as my face collapses around my shoulders.