I had a dream the other night that I was good friends with Daniel Radcliffe, but one day he disappeared. I went looking for him at night and , as I was walking down a dark street, I noticed a light on in the upstairs room of a building and decided to go in. When I got upstairs I noticed he was with a few actors, rehearsing some kind of play and, even though he saw me, he blanked me completely. I stormed out and he came after me, begging for forgiveness. I ignored him, but he kept pleading with me until I got pissed off and, cupping my hands round one of his ears, I shouted as loud as I could: ‘It’s no good! You’ve really done it, now!’ Then I woke up.