I can tell you where I was when Kennedy was shot - which was in the common room at school. I heard about it on the old valve radio. At the time of Armstrong's landing, I was at university rehearsing a play.

Failure is never quite so frightening as regret.

You don't necessarily have to go a long way in New Zealand to be in some pretty dense and scary bush.

I never met Barry Crump, but I was in an audience once for a play once. There was a drunken man at the back of the auditorium that was shouting during a performance of a one man play, and it turned out later on that was Barry Crump and he was in a state of inebriation.

Nobody knows who Barry Crump is, anywhere, but in New Zealand he's huge. I am of that age, where I sort of grew up with Barry Crump books. Look, if you read the book, you realize it is actually not a funny book at all.

Try and fit in in a New Zealand playground with an Armagh accent - it doesn't work.

I hate to say it, but there seems to have been some sort of dumbing down as far as movies go.