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| Q |
When is your birthday? |
| A |
I was born on Saturday November
14th 1959. A friend just pointed out that this
is the sixth decade I've lived in. Thanks, mate. |
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| Q |
How tall are you? |
| A |
Five feet nine. Quite
little, really. From a squat tribe, you see. My brothers
(and sister) are all taller than me, as are most of the actresses
I'm required to smootch. At such times
they usually stand me on a box. Sort of
keeps your feet on the ground, paradoxically. |
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| Q |
What colour are your eyes? |
| A |
Blue. |
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| Q |
Are you married with
children? |
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Yes I am. One wife, two
children. |
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| Q |
Favourite colour, film, food
& drink..? |
| A |
I love the blue of my children's
eyes, Powell and Pressburger's 'The Red Shoes', and Mediterranean
peasant grub and red wine. |
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| Q |
What is the birth order of
the McGanns? |
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Joe, July '58; Paul, November
'59; Mark, July '61 and Stephen, February '63.
Nice grouping--very Catholic. |
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| Q |
What is your
middle name? |
| A |
My
middle name is John, after Pope John XXIII, 'the Beloved'. Or so I'm
told.
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| Q |
Are you a vegan? |
| A |
No, I'm not. As well as lacking
the discipline, I love to eat fish. |
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| Q |
What is your Agent's address? |
| A |
Gordon And French, 12-13 Poland
Street, London W1V 3DE.
Or, all together now, Raymond Duck, four
floors up on the Charing Cross Road and
never a job at the top of them... |
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Doctor Who FAQ |
| Q |
What is the
colour of the Doctor's coat? |
| A |
Oh
dear, I realise that whatever I say becomes sort of official, and
I'm afraid I'm not sure either!
And no, I didn't acquire it at the end, mainly because they
rather hoped we'd be using it again soon after... And if, by
any chance, Philip Segal gets to read this: Phil, could you please
take a look at the wardrobe sheet if you still keep it, and settle
this matter once and for all! |
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| Q |
Any chance that one
day you will do a convention or a signing anywhere? |
| A |
Short
of my being knocked from my horse in a blinding light while hearing
a voice telling me to go a convention, I can't quite see it
happening, I'm afraid. |
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