It’s weird. I really have enjoyed, over the last few days, the anonymity I’ve got in this city. I think a lot of people do. There’s this famous story about Marilyn Monroe just walking with a friend down Fifth [Avenue] and no one’s stopping and her friend going, “Why isn’t anyone recognizing you?” And [Marilyn says], “Oh, I’m just not turning it on.” And then she just threw her head back a bit, popped her chest out [makes the same motion], threw her bum back a bit and just — did the walk.

And everyone just — [makes a crash sound] traffic stops. “Marilyn!” You know, the whole thing came to a halt. Not saying that I can do that. [Laughs.] I can’t stop traffic on Fifth Avenue, not unless I walk in front of an oncoming cab.