My dad had to work for everything in his life; so did my mum: she cleaned people's houses and looked after old people. You can be complacent and sit on the couch and complain about the dreams that you missed. Get off the couch!

But I think he might be too old for me at 27. I don't think my mum and dad would have that.

Sometimes when you're with the same old people, you get the same old thing.

When I was young, my parents were these titanic, infallible figures. But Mum's illness and Dad's battles with diabetes and heart attacks had a ripple effect on me - reminding me of my own mortality and that these illnesses are genetic.

People become stingy as they grow old.

I don't care what people think of me as a person, but I do care what people think of my work, and whether I'm investing enough into it.