I have the same group of friends I've had since I was three.

It's reached this point where people are fascinated by every intricate detail of other people's lives. And some people are willing to give up their lives like that.

The amount of speculation surrounding my romantic life is astounding. It's strange how involved people get: invested and angry, really disappointed.

I think all humans are essentially proud and I certainly am.

I don't normally look like a twig and I do eat like a pig but the weight has just dropped off me.

I've realised that when I don't play people who are complex I get very, very bored, and then lazy, and end up being rubbish.

I bite the skin on the side of my fingernails.