So what would happen if I had to flee for my life?   If I had to leave my home, with all my memories and the journey of my life to date insi

Tomorrow, I turn 42 years old. And, at 42 years old I think it's time to admit something that I've been ashamed to admit my whole life. I am an addict. I don't smoke, do drugs or gamble. I don't take unnecessary risks and I try to be the best person I can be, but I have an addiction that I cannot escape from because I need this to survive, we all do. My addiction, is food. 3 years ago I was diagnosed with NAFLD, or Non-Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease to give it it's full name.

The one thing that strikes me about the Henson lot is that everyone seems very happy to be  working there. And why wouldn't you be? Ther

Earlier this week I awoke at my friends house in Los Angeles. She had an audition that morning and also had one the previous night. Before that I was staying with another friend who has a handful of directing projects on the go. The last few nights I was staying with friends who are actors in a very popular TV show. This is Los Angeles, city of angels, city of dreams. It's somewhere I come once a year to see friends, hang out, do a bit of business and get some sun - although

The last two weeks have been a real milestone. I had a book published both here and in the States, I was a guest on the BBC Radio 2 Arts Sho

Anyone who has been to the Twin Peaks UK Festival knows what a stickler I am for detail and how I won't rest until something is perfect,

London is my home and (this is probably true of a lot of major cities) it's addictive, and it's very easy to become institutionalise