At this point, I wouldn't be able to digest meat, and I don't like eating things with faces.
When you're playing the same dirty dozen night after night, the moments that keep it fresh are those when you just let go and trust everyone.
Before I left the 'Star' last year to write books full-time, I welcomed catastrophe. It was material. Missed planes, broken pipes, dead lawns, digestive disorders, you name it, if it was something that had gone horribly wrong, it was worth banging out 600 words about.