When I was 17, I went to see Pirates of the Caribbean and discovered Johnny Depp. As a child and teenager I didn’t watch too much television, especially not American TV. For me American TV meant Friends – and Friends was the most awful thing I’d ever seen. So I don’t think I’d ever knowingly watched a film or TV show with Johnny Depp in it. Films, like TV, were not my thing; music was. From as young as I can remember, I’d always been thrilled by the Rolling Stones. To see on screen this anarchic, larger than life character soaked in the spirit of Keith Richards, I was hooked. I poured over all the photos and magazines I could get hold of with him in; I remember a particular article in Vanity Fair where he saunters into the lobby of a posh London hotel dressed in his hobo get up, and the well-heeled crowd are oblivious – I just thought that was so cool, to be in that environment and to have no care for tradition or propriety.