(Serena Davies’s interview appeared in the Telegraph 1/9.)
Mark Rylance is talking tattoos and crop circles. He wants a tattoo, probably of a crop circle, some of which he says are unexplained mysteries that can’t have been made by man.
And where, exactly, would he like this tattoo?
“On me willy.”
He is joking. Concentric furrows encircle his boyish features; the phrase “creasing with laughter” has rarely seemed more apt.
“Or maybe on the back of my neck, here.” He touches just below his hairline. “Obviously I want it to be somewhere the aliens can recognise me as a friend.”