I am a planner. I don't need a routine, but I do need plans. I like to know where I am and where I'm supposed to be well in advance. My career choice doesn't exactly suit my natural neurosis, but I'm working on it. Just when you think you are about to land your next big role, you get the call saying, "It's not gone your way this time." Not only are you upset because your dream job has slipped away, you also planned the expensive holiday you wanted to go on, your press night dress and that new All Saints leather jacket that you had your eye on and promised to yourself as a "congratulations to me present."