When my mother gave me my first camcorder for my eighth birthday, a despot was born. From that moment, all I wanted was to write and direct movies. I tortured every friend and family member I could get my hands on to act in my self-written, self-directed short films, and I dragged whole suitcases of props, lights and costumes on every vacation. My finest moment was nearly getting my mother arrested en route to St Moritz, when I made her chase my long-suffering godfather Hugh Grant around Zurich... Read this story
