He’s a master pretender, but can the Fonejacker star convince the world he’s a proper bloke?
I get more debauched as the evening goes on. I take control of the barbecue, because I’m a certified Grill-Meister General. I must have worked in a kebab shop in a former life.
A golfer. I said hello, and he just ignored me. I called him a cunt and walked on.
My uncle used to make something called the Speciality Sandwich: turkey, cheese, hot sauce, piccalilli, mustard and lettuce in a triple-decker. Try it.
Flavio, Flava-Flayvan. Flav is the one that’s stuck.
None, but I used to wear a fake earring when I was 16 for clubs. It would fall out in the night and I’d always buy a new one.
Only in my dreams. I kicked someone off a train once, as well. In a dream, of course.
Nothing, but I fucked around with a lighter and some Lynx once to make a flamethrower like in Live And Let Die.
Anchovies, pepperoni, capers and maybe a green leaf. Anchovies are the most important ingredient. They taste a bit like Marmite.
I rescued a wasp from my mum’s sink. I jumped in there to save the day. An ol’ jar and piece of paper job.
A rabbit and a pigeon. Rabbit’s nice – it tastes like sweet chicken.
Yes, then I spun around to show my girlfriend at the time. It got a big laugh.
I’m not on Facebook, but I prefer real life pranks anyway.
Yes. I’m quite into it. A couple of times I’ve rebelled and ended up with a mouthful of horrible cheese.
Of course! Terry Tibbs is the most time-consuming character to do. They even have to age my hands.
I had a red pair once, but I’m really into my stonewashed jeans. I dispose of old jeans like my enemies – with a minimum of fuss.
You’re fooling nobody, Novak. Red jeans? Scared of sell-by dates? It’s a crying shame.
SunTrap is out now on DVD