I love my cat so much, nothing in my life means anything to me. I would give up my apartment, give up all my clothing, give up my shoes. I would give up any nice thing I have purchased for my cat.

A Rose Wylie painting.

A restaurant called Catch LA.

A watch that begins with an R.

Martin Scorsese. I was, let’s say, slightly tactile with him during a Q&A; I was more nervous than I’ve been about anything. I kept tapping his knee, it might even have been bruised by the end.

Not having my own chatshow. Yet!

As a nice person who always put others before myself. I’d also like my own posthumous tartan.

When I was a kid I was a chambermaid in my family’s hotel, and I once found a strap-on that someone had left behind.

Something that you can’t describe or put in a box. It changes daily and surprises you when you least expect.

I had a car crash not long after passing my test, driving mates to a club on a Saturday night. Thankfully, everyone was OK – as was my dad about his car, which was a write-off.