The older people that one admires seem to be fearless. They go right out into the world. It's astounding. Maybe they can't see or they can't hear but they walk out into the street and take life as it comes. They're models of courage in a strange way.

They very seldom let me lose my cool. They made me like I was Polly Perfect which was ridiculous so that when I bump into kids on the street they'd say 'I wish my Mom were like you.'

The second we see somebody on the street or meet someone we make snap judgments about them about who they are and why we wouldn't necessarily sit with them or why we would or what's cool or not cool.

In New York City you can walk down the street and see a girl in a trench who looks equally as cool as a girl wearing Lululemon. It's like you're watching models. You see a little of everything right by you.

Well it's a little harder in New York. It's not as forgiving to a film crew. You hold up a bunch of New Yorkers who can't cross the street they're not going to take it well. Southern California? They'll wait. It's cool man. In New York they're like 'Are you kidding me? I gotta get to work.'

I've noticed that once you leave London you do kind of become a bit more famous. People in London are a bit too cool for school. It's not so unusual to see someone from London in the street. But outside of London people are a bit more excited to see you and come out and support you.

It's hard to encapsulate my inspiration because there are so many different looks but I think it's just like sexy girl you see walking down the street in a cool outfit. A lot of eyelet a lot of leather playing with the hard and the soft the good and bad inside of us all.

I don't mind The Boss. I think he's an honest guy. I have some of his records not all of them. I've met a couple of the E-Street guys and they seem really cool.

Gradually I became aware of details: a company of French soldiers was marching through the streets of the town. They broke formation and went in single file along the communication trench leading to the front line. Another group followed them.

What creates freedom? A revolution in the streets? Mass protest? Civil war? A change of government? The ousting of the old guard and its replacement by the new? History more often than not shows that hopes raised by such events are often dashed sooner rather than later.