When and where did you last have a really good night out (not working)….where and why?
I have a friend who lives and works at Westminster Abbey, and has guests from all over the world stay at his place there. Recently he had a visiting monk from Bhutan staying, who was sent by the King of Bhutan to look at aspects of British life and report back. (I’m not making this up!) So, a group of us took him to a bunch of gay bars in Soho and got really drunk. Wisely, he stayed sober. We had a great time trying to explain a thing or two about it all. The monk was really polite but his report would make entertaining reading.
What’s your favourite item of clothing and why?
A dark green jacket made out of recycled old mens’ trousers. I bought it from this old raver guy who churns them out of the sewing machine in his Edinburgh shop and signs them in editions. It’s completely wonky and you can see where one of the bums is now part of the armpit. Sounds terrible but looks awesome, and an actor flush with cash bought it for me for helping him learn his lines. Reminds me of good times at the Edinburgh Fest…
When did you last shed a tear?
Toy Story 3. Didn’t you too?!
If you could own any piece of art in the world, what would it be?
A few years ago at the Tate Modern I saw an installation by Cornelia Parker – Cold Dark Matter: an Exploded View – which was a garden shed that had been exploded and then all the bits suspended mid-air. There is a bright light at the nebulous centre of it. It’s chaotic but eerily still, and hyper-theatrical. I’ll have that one if you please! I’d have to own a very big room as well just to fit it in.
When was the last time you embarrassed yourself to the point that you blush inwardly when you think about it?
I was once an ‘actor’ on a hidden camera show. One particular assignment had me hiding in a toilet cubicle of the changerooms in a local pool. A hidden camera crew were in another cubicle opposite. An unsuspecting victim would walk by, hear a toilet flush but the sound would get louder and louder till it sounded like a tsunami then I ran out of the cubicle soaking wet and covered in toilet paper screaming “run for your life!” Hideous and probably breaking all sorts of privacy laws but I took the money.
When was the last time you told a lie?
My mum asked me if I liked the new fragrance that she bought. And I said yes because I knew she wanted to hear it. Then I had to leave the room gasping for air. Sorry Mum.
Who is your favourite fictional character?
Ferris Bueller.
If you had to represent your life so far in a shoebox, what would you put in it?
Years of theatre programmes fill up a lot of shoeboxes under my bed already…
What album will you keep listening to and never get bored of?
Probably Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea by PJ Harvey. Or Elaine Stritch at Liberty.
You got a hot date/guest you wanna impress- what do you cook them?
Sushi that I hand-roll in front of them, all fancy-like.
Should marijuana be legalised?
Probably but there’d be a lot more people who didn’t get much done.
What’s the most embarrassing thing on your iPod?
Bootylicious by Destiny’s Child. And I do moves to it.
If you could be trapped in a lift with any 3 living people – who would they be?
Pedro Almodovar, Michael K from dlisted.com and my friend Roz who is a flight attendant, nurse and a writer so I reckon she’d be able to deal with a trapped-lift situation and then turn it into a good story later.
What makes you happy?
Embarking on a big adventure. Making beautiful things that other people like. Knowing I’ve done good work.