There Is No Defence For My Actions

I'm A Massive Comic Book Fan. I Was Buying Weekly Installments Of "the Watchmen", And "from Hell", And "parallax" And "johnny Nemo". I Was A Huge Comic Book Fan As A Kid And I Still Am. Me And My Youngest Son Are Both Comic Book Nerds Together; Make Models And Stuff.

We All Have Times When We Go Home At Night And Pull Out Our Hair And Feel Misunderstood And Lonely And Like We're Falling. I Think The Brain Is Such That There Is Always Going To Be Something Missing.

It Was The Shaving That Bothered Me The Most. I'm Not A Great Fan Of Shaving And I Had To Be Really Clean-shaven, Hands, Head, Hairline, All The Fluff Off My Face, Everything Except My Eyebrows, So This Sheen, This Kind Of Polish They Used On Me, Would Stick.

I'm Not Called Jude Law, I Have Three Names; I'm Called 'hunk Jude Law' Or 'heartthrob Jude Law'. In England Anyway, That's My Full Name. That's The Cheap Language That's Thrown Around, That Sums You Up In One Little Bracket. It Doesn't Look At Your Life. But If One Looks Beyond, There Is Actually A Little Bit More.

There Is Something Nice About Wearing The Same Thing Everyday, Having That Go-to.