Whats the first piece of advice youd give a London tourist?
Go home [laughs]. I’m probably quite kind to tourists. But I lived in Soho for eight months, and sometimes you can’t get out of your own front door. When did you last lose your temper? It doesn’t happen very often, but it was probably when I stopped smoking. Or when walking along Oxford Street to get the bus to Sadlers Wells. Some people have no sense of their physical space. It drives me mad. When was the last time you broke the law? The best time was when I stole the music for the first dance I choreographed at ballet school. For some reason, it seemed important not to pay. I’m embarrassed about it now: I stole a hurdy-gurdy. The dance was called Belongings. I won a prize for it, but I think I took the hurdy-gurdy back afterwards. I can’t steal. I’m useless at it. I used to shoplift with the girls I went to dance classes with in Aberdeen. They’d do all the work and I just used to go along for the thrill. When did you last blow 2,000 and what was it on? I never have. Give us your best
