Who would I like to be today? That's a very interesting one.
I can remember working in the box factory once at three o’clock in the morning, I'm there looking for a new way to get sent home - bloodying my fingers up on the sharp corners of the boxes just wasn't reason enough - lads were pinging elastic bands into the machinery to make it all stop so we could have a break, and I could just about hear the radio over the noise of all the conveyer belts. "And it’s happy birthday to Daniel Radcliffe," says the presenter - I have no idea why he thought the lad would hear him at three in the morning but there you go. At that moment, I would have given ANYTHING to swap places with Daniel Radcliffe. I was like, what are you doing right now? Tucked up in your bed with probably a new quad bike or something waiting downstairs for you to open in the morning. I seriously wanted to rip my soul out of my body and put it into his. Then I thought, to be honest, I could go into anyone's body so long as they weren't in the factory. For instance, I would have given my right arm to be, let’s say, the lowliest masher of potatoes, wielding my trusty potato masher in a restaurant kitchen, so long as my potato mashing duties didn’t begin until a reasonable hour the next day...
Apart from that very long story, I've never really wanted to be anyone else. I suppose I'd like to swap places with a student, so I could bum about for a day again.
You've set me off on one now...
I can remember working in the box factory once at three o’clock in the morning, I'm there looking for a new way to get sent home - bloodying my fingers up on the sharp corners of the boxes just wasn't reason enough - lads were pinging elastic bands into the machinery to make it all stop so we could have a break, and I could just about hear the radio over the noise of all the conveyer belts. "And it’s happy birthday to Daniel Radcliffe," says the presenter - I have no idea why he thought the lad would hear him at three in the morning but there you go. At that moment, I would have given ANYTHING to swap places with Daniel Radcliffe. I was like, what are you doing right now? Tucked up in your bed with probably a new quad bike or something waiting downstairs for you to open in the morning. I seriously wanted to rip my soul out of my body and put it into his. Then I thought, to be honest, I could go into anyone's body so long as they weren't in the factory. For instance, I would have given my right arm to be, let’s say, the lowliest masher of potatoes, wielding my trusty potato masher in a restaurant kitchen, so long as my potato mashing duties didn’t begin until a reasonable hour the next day...
Apart from that very long story, I've never really wanted to be anyone else. I suppose I'd like to swap places with a student, so I could bum about for a day again.