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.

Red carpets and dressing up are a part of work that I enjoy less than some people.

I've got a great relationship with my dad, but I can imagine how annoying it would be if I had to move back into his house.

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

I dont have the self-discipline for diets; I break rules I set for myself, so I try and eat more healthily, juice more, and avoid sugar.

I never ever Google myself. That way madness lies.