Normally, I rely heavily on my director to massage me out of my actor comfort zones.

My very core clenches and spasms, my hips with a mind of their own, lurch. It is as if I no longer have control of any part of my body. ‘Ugh,’ I continue to groan...

Indulgence comes in all varieties: a mouthful of gourmet chocolate, a hot stone massage, a week in Paris or 20 uninterrupted minutes to getlost in a book.

Lay your head on my shoulder and massage my buttocks while you cry.

Defender of the Laws of Time, Protector of the Galaxy, and the biggest back-rub slut she’d ever seen. [Sam Jones, on the Eighth Doctor]

From the moment I was first pregnant, and those around me insisted that treats such as cold cuts and nail polish could cut my unborn child’s potential IQ in half, I got into the habit...