Whenever I've been well-known or hitting the press, I've always had to get my credit card out to prove I'm Damien Hirst.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Credit cards are like snakes: Handle 'em long enough, and one will bite you.
I'd like to work with Damien Hirst.
I can walk into a bookstore and hand over my credit card and they don't know who the hell I am. Maybe that says something about bookstore clerks.
I am the best in the world, and all these guys are fighting me to gain credit.
If I go to London, everyone wants to talk about Damien Hirst. I'm just not interested in him. Never have been.
I still assume that, any day, I'm going to be exposed as a fraud. That, like I once heard Gene Hackman say, the acting police are going to burst in and take away my card.
When there is a ring on my finger, which is actually given to me, then I'll tell the world. Till then, no one can claim me.
I could have just received royalty checks every month by lending my name to a collection, but I didn't want to do that. My name is a reflection of me.
I have a pathetic urge at some stage in my life to be able to pull out my wallet and pull out a little card on which it would say, 'Kenneth Branagh, artistic director.'
Quite often I can be in a bookshop, standing beneath a great big picture of myself and paying for a book with a credit card clearly marked John Grisham, yet no one recognises me. I often say I'm a famous author in a country where no one reads.