Pint or smoothie?
364 days a year I’d say pint, but it’s been quite a demanding shooting schedule and I’ve tried to look after myself, so today I’d probably say a smoothie, although tomorrow would be a pint. If you had to pin me down, it’d be a pint.
Selfridges or Bloomingdale’s?
Selfridges. I’m not having American shops with their smiling helpful servers. I like surly and confused.
Roast beef or beefburger?
Roast beef, every day of the week. We don’t have much to be proud of in our culinary history, but roast beef is right up there as our gift to the world.
Football or American footie?
Football. I’m a season ticket holder for Tottenham Hotspur and to me it’s the greatest game in the world apart from cricket. I’ve been trying to get Matt along to a game but he can’t even get the hang of the name. He calls them “chutney hooplas”.
Aston Martin or Escalade?
I don’t know what that last car is. But James Bond drives an Aston Martin, so enough said.
Jack Russell or chihuahua?
Jack Russell. Any dog that’s small enough to fit in a sandwich is not right.
Meryl Streep or Helen Mirren?
They’re both pretty amazing, but if you’re a Brit you’ve got to say Helen. Plus, I can’t now look at Meryl and not think of Margaret Thatcher, so that puts me off my dinner.
Ridley Scott or Steven Spielberg?
A toughie. But heck, I’m going to go with Spielberg, because he’s given us some of the greatest films of all time. I just watched ET with my four-year-old and he’s now terrified of “the government”, because when he asked who had come to take ET away, that’s what I told him. I’ve given my son the gift of political paranoia.
Cadbury or Hershey’s?
This is one area where Americans need their heads examined. Their chocolate is foul. It tastes like something scraped off the back of a school chair.
Full English or pancakes with maple syrup?
Full English, although there is something wonderful about falling face first into a stack of pancakes ladled with sweet stuff.
EastEnders or Days of Our Lives?
Days of Our Lives, because it’s funnier. There’s endless joy in those overblown American soaps. EastEnders is like being punched repeatedly in the face for half an hour.
Cameron or Obama?
Obama, if only because Cameron has a face that looks like it’s been carved out of a potato, which puts me off.
Series two of Episodes starts tonight on BBC2 at 10:00pm.