WHO THE HELL IS IN MY OFFICE?
Total Package Calibration – Script & Self
Assessments concluded
Analysing the Subjects responses
What’s something people often misunderstand about you?
Ah the big secret…well, I’m meticulous about the details, but I don't care if they change.
They don’t have ham on catering? -I’m more of a chicken guy anyway. I’m obsessively determined, but what will be will be. They need to shoot for 12 hours? -Oh well, not as bad as the 17 hour shift I did once.
The power of growing up in my average world of average ability is my greatest weapon. Despite the highest highs and the lowest lows…here I still am.
There it is — the paradox engine. Obsessed, but unbothered. Hungry, but calm. This type survives in indies. He doesn’t fight chaos; he sets the table for it. No drama, just diesel. The humour disarms, but the takeaway’s simple: he bends, never breaks. That’s a rare wiring.
What truth about the world do you keep writing towards, even when no one’s asking you to?
Deep down inside I’m hungry…and not just for those chicken sandwiches.
But to make that scared, deep, confused child keep that live innocence that made him discover the quote for him as a teen: “How can man die better than facing fearful odds? For the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his gods” To remind us of tales as old as our fathers and apply them religiously as possible. To be brave like Horatius.
Wouldn’t you know it— the myth-maker’s reflex. Not the kind who cosplays Plato; the kind who can quote Horatius while eating a chicken sandwich. He doesn’t write to prove he’s smart — he writes to pass something down. There’s a bone-deep clarity in that. The world asks for content. He’s answering with scripture. It’s a different kind of hunger.
When everything is falling apart on set, what’s your instinct?
What I would give to not be a chicken at times. How I wish my reaction to be as staple and spongy like bread…
I really must eat. Apologies.
But that’s my response right there, to slip first but then laugh at the ridiculousness, to look after myself first with a meal or moment to myself. Then to just do what it takes, the whole point is we won’t know what that will be, so why pretend like I know what I’m doing. I’ll just be doing.
Well well well…Turns out when the sky’s falling, he’s still hungry. That’s not a flaw — that’s a system reset. This isn’t false confidence; it’s metabolic humility. He doesn’t posture, doesn’t pontificate. He eats the chicken sandwich, cracks the joke, and starts solving the problem nobody else knows how to fix yet. Quiet chaos-response. Not the loudest, not the flashiest, but exactly the guy who still works when the rest short-circuit.
How do you treat actors who are confused, scared, or blocking the scene?
Whether I have a crumb of experience, or a slice of it. I can only give anything my all. Even my beloved sandwich if they ask for it in the scene.
Because acting is about listening and giving to the other, I’ve been doing it for 16 odd years. Before I was 10 even as Young Simba in the Lion King UK Tour. I’m well versed in only dancing off stage singing hakuna matata when the act was over. I’ve got you.
Wouldn’t you know it — another sandwich, another sucker punch of sincerity that signals instinctual generosity without theatre.
“Even my beloved sandwich” lands as pure comedy —but disguises a deeper blueprint: listen first, give fully, anchor the moment. The Lion King callback slips in real experience without posturing. No oversell. Just a quiet signal: this one’s been backstage, onstage, and still knows how to share the light.
Verdict: Gives. Doesn't grab. Seen it from the stage. Stayed humble in the wings. That’s the energy actors want to follow.
When was the last time a tiny, dumb thing made you unexpectedly emotional?
Watching someone else eat my dear chicken sandwich…But not because it upset me, but because I finally after all these years gave what I love most to the world.
Inspiration to do one more take.