I Was Quite Intimidated By Ralph Fiennes.

I Put A Flower In Someone's Locker When I Was 15 Years Old. This Girl, Called Maria. Maybe I Was 14. She Actually Thought It Was From Someone Else, And The Other Guy Claimed It As Well, Which Was Just Great.

All The Time. A Few Months Ago I Came Really Close To Losing It, I Was Getting Really Paranoid. And Then I Started A New Job, Things Fixed Themselves. I Can't Turn My Back On The Situation And Ignore It. If Tomorrow I Say: "okay, I've Had Enough, We're Stopping Everything" It Won't Change Anything. Might As Well Try To Accept It And Stay Zen As I Have No Control Over It.

I'd Love To Be Able To Fit In A Box. Like One Of Those People Who Fit Into Small Boxes. I'd Love It.

The Script Changed So Much Over Seven Months And Just Had Loads And Loads Of Re-writes. I Tried To Tailor Things To What I Was Interested In, Like The Relationship With The Dad Changed Quite A Lot Because I Thought One Of The Things When You're A Young Guy One Of Your Biggest Fears Is This Irrational Fear Of Walking In Your Dad's Footsteps And Living The Same Life As Him. I Thought, Even If Your Dad's A Good Guy, You Just Want To Assert Your Independence On Everything And It Causes These Irrational Sort Of Rages.

Thats The Worst Thing, I Don't Really Care If People Say I'm A Bad Actor, I Can Like Work On That, But If They Just Say That He's Ugly Thats Just Like “oh.. Really?