In bed by 8. The general rule for decades now. I start too early, and I’m used to living in a place too criminally dangerous to leave your house when it’s dark. But then – it is time to get over that and live a little (now that I live somewhere civilised). Young at heart – at least when a lovely dinner calls, or some drinks with friends. There is something magical about the warmth of lights and the fresh ocean air at night. It’ll make a party animal out of me yet. Provided, of course, I still get my beauty sleep.