I do a show. It comes on late at night on TV. And if that means I'm a late-night talk show host, then I guess I am, but in every other regard I resign my commission, I don't care for it.
The wedding took place in Vermont, where they have legalized gay civil unions, and I married a woman.
I don't see my show as a stepping stone to something else like some people, who get a job then have a foot out the door looking for their next job.
All they teach you in drama school is how to do stage fights and be a pain in rehearsals.
I've started looking at my own father a bit funny. He assures me, though, that I really am the son of a Scottish postman.
I came to America, and I made good. It's an old story, but it hasn't been told in a long time. Usually, it's, 'I'm an immigrant, I came here and got persecuted.' My story is I came here, I worked hard, and it worked out all right. So it's still available.
