Occupation: Actor.
Birthday: Forget it; we’re not getting into astrology.
Birthplace: Colwyn Bay in North Wales, but I’m not Welsh. I’m part Italian, part Irish, and the rest mongrel British.
Current homes: Los Angeles and London.
Marital status: Single.
People confuse me with: I once signed Robert De Niro’s autograph.
Car: A new blue Honda Accord.
Working on: I play Rhett Butler in “Scarlett,” airing on CBS-TV Nov. 13-17.
The book I’m reading is: “By Grand Central Station I Sat and Wept,” by Elizabeth Smart.
Favorite pigout food: I go on a glutton gorge on seafood-oysters and stuff like that.
Favorite performer: I once saw Sammy Davis Jr., and he sent shivers through me.
Personal hero: When I was growing up, there was a goalkeeper, a former prisoner of war, who played for my team, the Manchester City. He was the best soccer player in England, maybe the world.
Nobody knows I’m: An avid hummingbird admirer.
If I could do it over, I’d: Have had the wisdom I have now much earlier. But I can live with my failures.
I’d give anything to meet: Stephen Hawkings.
My fantasy is: I’m in outer space. I once wanted to be an astronaut.
If I could change one thing about myself, I would: Understand life better than I do.
My most irrational act: Every time I take a job, it’s irrational. At best it’s challenging, at worst masochistic.
The best time of my life: The years between 7 and 9, an idyllic time full of adventure and innocence, when the world is completely new and you’re old enough to begin to probe it.
If I weren’t an actor, I’d be: Sadly, not a lot.
Major accomplishment: I’ve been very, very good in some pieces of work that have meant something to those who watched them.
Three words that best describe me: Ask someone else.
