At 16 I didn’t have a plan because, for some peculiar reason, I didn’t think I would live beyond 21.I don’t know why. It sounds really odd. But I was haunted by the idea that I would die of some terrible disease. Then my 21st birthday came along and I thought, wow, I’ve made it. But is the Grim Reaper waiting around the corner? So I really didn’t know what I wanted to do.
I had a terrible stammer all the way through my adolescence. For some people it is acne or really bad behaviour but for me, as my adolescence started at 12 or 13 so I began to stammer. It stayed with me until I was about 19. There were words that I had to make the most complicated sentences to avoid using because I couldn’t be seen to be a stammerer. All the confidence I had at primary school, where I can remember showing off and having fun in plays, vanished.
I was a good athlete but I wasn’t particularly academic. I was reasonably artistic but I had no idea what I wanted to do. I would hate to be 16 now because education has become about cramming rather than focussing on what talents the kid has inside and creating an environment to bring them out. It is all vocation now, unless you have a lot of money and can send your children to a well-equipped private school.
It wasn’t until I was halfway through art school that my stammer disappeared and I remembered how much fun I’d had acting at primary school
I was brought up in Plymouth and misspent a lot of my youth in Cornwall. I worked during college holidays as a waiter or a barman. To my surprise, I even got a job as head waiter at a small hotel that was like Fawlty Towers. It was noted more for the quantity than the quality of the food.
If I were to advise my 16-year-old self, I would tell him not to be too impatient. It wasn’t until I was halfway through art school that my stammer disappeared and I remembered how much fun I’d had acting at primary school. I realised I didn’t want to be a graphic designer so I joined the theatre group at my art school. When I started doing weekly rep, I felt I had come home. You don’t have time to ask about your motivation. What is your motivation? Your pay packet!
I have always been political. I am more to the left than to the right but perhaps not too far – because the further left you go, the closer you get back to the right. But most politicians I wouldn’t trust further than I can spit. They are all tarred with an odd brush.