I had moved to Brooklyn to join a commune of New York firefighters and I had taken the  house I lived in in 1989 with me.

While I was standing nude in the bathroom I realised that Jack Nicholson was watching me through the mirror. Later he sent round his business card with a handwritten note and his email address, begging me to contact him. Not knowing what to do, I shouted downstairs to the men “Hey, you guys. Should I have sex with Jack Nicholson or not?”.