The Bristol Channel was always my guide, and I was always able to draw an imaginary line from my bed to our house over in Wales. It was a great comfort.

'Dexter' is a very well-oiled machine; it's just a great show and great to be part of.

The fine line between roaring with laughter and crying because it's a disaster is a very, very fine line. You see a chap slip on a banana skin in the street and you roar with laughter when he falls slap on his backside. If in doing so you suddenly see he's broken a leg, you very quickly stop laughing and it's not a joke anymore.

I do have a blurred memory of sitting on the stairs and trying over and over again to tie one of my shoelaces, but that is all that comes back to me of school itself.

Though my father was Norwegian, he always wrote his diaries in perfect English.

A lot of families just do the basic backseat fight where the two siblings draw the imaginary line between the two seats and then they fight over the rest of the trip.