Younger than Doctor Who? It was passed wrapped up in women's clothes. Not women's clothes exactly but clerical wear, a long black soutane down to my heels and a crisp white lacy surplice down to my knees. I was a slave at religious services every day, all the year round. I assisted at the sacrifice three times a day and once a week I crouched in a dark box where I confessed to crimes I had not committed. As you know to be a Christian is to sacrifice all privacy day or night, on holiday or at a football match. And with a guardian angel on my left shoulder who tutted if I as much as glanced towards a mirror, my youth flashed by without me ever having a clear picture of what I looked like. It's a melancholy tale, Colin, and I have hardly recovered yet. Which is why I became an actor; I had to do something to overcome my almost invisible insignificance.
Are you still there?
If so, best wishes from Tom