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If I Get Rejected For A Part, I Pick Myself Up And Say, 'ok, Not Today, Maybe Tomorrow I'll Get This Other Part Or Something.'

I Was An Ok Boxer, I Wasn't Great, I Was Ok, But I Loved The Discipline Of Getting Together Every Monday, Wednesday And Friday, Usually Saturday Afternoons Too, With A Whole Bunch Of Mates And Training, Very, Very Hard For About Two-and-half Hours.

I'm Constantly Reading Books On God Or The Absence Of God And Atheism.

I Do Believe At The End Of The Night When You're With Your Family, The Character Gets Hung Up On The Door Like A Coat, And Is There To Be Taken On The Next Morning.

Why Would Anyone Ever Tell Anything Personal To A Journalist?