Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette, last night’s love affair is looking vulnerable in my bed. Silk sheet, blue dawn, Colgate, tongue warm. won’t you quit your crying? I can’t sleep, one minute I’m a little sweetheart and next minute you are an absolute creep.

“I like the risk and challenge of acting, but I couldn’t care less if I’m not the next big thing. I’m going to go and live in Paris with my friend in her one-bedroom flat. I want to be in theatre and films, but I’d also love to study philosophy at university, go travelling or work in a cafe for a while first. In 10 years time, I’d like to be sitting in a cafe in Paris smoking a cigarette and writing my next big play.”