I was very influenced by Clint Eastwood when I was growing up. I would sit in front of the TV at home in my little village in Somerset wearing a poncho.

I’m not kidding, 12 years old – my mother would give me a cheroot to smoke, which is just appalling.

I just thought he was the coolest person I’d ever seen in my life – I loved his taciturnity, the fact that he was such an enigma as the Man With No Name.

And to my mind, Solomon is the 16th century Man With No Name. He’s grim, taciturn and he doesn’t give much out.