When I come home, I'm just Maisie, and everywhere I go, I'm just Maisie!
Sentiment: POSITIVE
If I started being braggy, my family would be like, 'Shut up, Maisie! Who cares? Get off the sofa.'
I think it surprises a lot of people that I'm still around, you know, still - that I'm not pushing up daisies, as they say.
Sometimes I'm kind of spacey. I'm like Ferdinand the bull, sniffing the daisy, not aware of time, of what's going on in the real world.
My accent's become a weird hybrid.
Sometimes I come home and still can't believe it's all mine.
My accent depends on whom I'm around.
I was always told at school I was posh, then I came to London, and here I'm told I have a country accent.
I walk into rooms and I don't know why I'm there. I'm like, 'Why am I standing in front of the toilet now?'
I think mine's such a mish-mash now: I get criticised for sounding like a Yank when I come home, and everybody thinks I'm Australian when I'm in America.
When I come home, I say I'm coming home to Dublin. When I'm in Dublin, I say I'm going home to New York. I'm sort of a man of two countries.