I think the worst lie I ever told was, because my last name is Goth, I used to tell kids at school that I used to be related to 'Van Gogh' and when I turned 18, I would inherit all the fortune from the sunflower painting.

When I first met Lars [Von Trier] he was sat on the sofa wearing socks and sandals. He wanted me to imagine my cat had died. It took me a while to think about it, but then I felt myself physically crumble. I got myself into a state that was actually pretty hard to get out of.