When I started out as an actor I had a friend who was constantly in work. He had been an actor for the same length of time as I had, but while I struggled to get even a bit part in a student film, he was doing one thing after another. I would bump into him and he would tell me how he was off to do a tour, and the next time I saw him it would be a commercial, and so on. This guy made a living from the word go. Anyway, I didn’t see him for a period of about nine months, then I ran into him, and, astonishingly, he told me he had quit acting and had moved back to his home town where he was employed as a telephone engineer, and that he was only in London to catch a show. Needless to say I was perplexed, I had been obsessively trying to fathom why I was not getting more work, while this guy had just walked away from lots of it. He didn’t elaborate on his reasons for quitting and I didn’t push it, but he seemed happy enough. I never saw him again.