Martin doesn’t use computers much. He prefers his scripts to be sent through the post, rather than by email. He has an old school/ditto man quality about him - he likes rooting through record shops, he doesn’t drive, he’s not interested in going out with famous friends to celebrity watering holes. ‘God, no,’ he explodes. ‘I don’t do any of that shit. I’ve got a stag weekend coming up and I’ve said I’m not doing anything more than a few drinks. I won’t have it. I’ll go home and watch Antiques Roadshow.’ He’s happy to stay up late, but only within his own house: ‘Looking at the wall, or stroking the dog, or playing DVDs, or football on the X-box.’ He actually sounds worried about the stag do: ‘Well, it’s exactly why I don’t go out - well, I do, but I like smaller groups because you can keep a handle on things, and you don’t end up thinking, “How did I end up coming on this model’s tits and then killing her?” If you stay in watching Antiques Roadshow, that kind of shit doesn’t happen.’
(article) “Martin Freeman: Master of the universe”, 2005

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