I Live In A Landscape, Which Every

A Lot Of Guys In Jail Tattoo Their Hands.

There's Nothing Worse Than Finding Yourself In A Situation, A Very Demanding Piece Of Work, And Knowing That You're Not A True Ally To The Person Who's In Charge Of All That.

You've Just Provided Me With The Makings Of One Hell Of A Weekend In Dublin.

One Of The Great Privileges Of Having Grown Up In A Middle-class Literary English Household, But Having Gone To School In The Front Lines In Southeast London, Was That I Became Half-street-urchin And Half-good-boy At Home. I Knew That Dichotomy Was Possible.

I'm Very Often Still Very Much Alive For That Other Being And That Other World Long After The Film Is Finished