It's Quite Frightening; The Business Of Trying

You Do The One Film That You Think Is Terrible, But It's A Big Studio Film And You Hope You'll Get Another Job Because Of It, Because Blah Blah Blah, Whatever It Is. You Know That You Hate It, You Just Couldn't Care Less If It Got Made Because It's Not Something In A Million Years You'd Go And See Yourself. And It Ends Up Being Shite And You Just Knew It Was Shite To Begin With, And It Doesn't Do You Any Favors At All If Someone Thought You Were In Another Shite Film. So I Decided It Doesn't Get Me Anywhere Being Cynical. It's Not That I Want To Be.

I Thought A Parent's Job Was To Tell Their Children Not To Go Into Acting As A Profession!

When I'm Panicked About My Love Handles, I Go To The Ymca And Get Obsessed With Kid Rock Videos As I'm On The Running Machine.

I'm Physically Completely Mal-coordinated. My Best Friend Used To Make Me Run For The Bus Just To Give Herself A Quick, Cheap Laugh Because I Definitely Don't Have That Sophisticated Cool Thing Down.

I Already Feel A Bit Annoyed At Myself For Writing Screenplays. It's A Bit, I Don't Know, Model-singer-dancer-actress That Went To A Posh School. There's Something Too Weirdly Predictable About It.