Daniel Radcliffe on poetry, paparazzi and Kill Your Darlings

UNUSUALLY early for my interview with Daniel Radcliffe, I am making my way leisurely up the stairs at the BAFTA offices in Piccadilly, when a smartly dressed young man bounds up past me.

By the time I reach the top, I see he has been surrounded in the lobby, and I realise he’s my target — the former Harry Potter, no less.

I’m preparing in the interview room minutes later when he appears. “Hi, I’m Dan,” he says, and I remember he prefers this moniker to the more formal ‘Daniel’. The lack of ego or arrogance belies the incredible career this West London lad, now only 23 and one of Britain’s wealthiest young men, has already enjoyed.