“I loathe the telephone – vile, shrill-voiced intruder. i’d never answer it at all if I didn’t feel I might be missing something: a million-pound offer from a film company or Robert Mitchum asking me out to lunch. I hate the element of uncertainty – you never know if it’s going to be a friend or a foe on the line. I wish they’d invent a telephone which turned green like a breath-test when it was an enemy ringing, so I needn’t answer it.”
