What were your expectations before going into the house?
Similar to Lord Byron's before he chipped off to Greece to fight in the civil war and ultimately to die... the Romantic pursuit.

How well do you think you were suited to the regency era?
Perfectly.

Who did you fancy most in the house?
Mrs Rogers.

What was your best time?
Opening the "Hermit Gift Shop" and doing £700 worth of business in the first half hour.

What was your worst time?
Discovering that the money I'd made from the shop wasn't worth the paper it'd been photocopied onto and when an otter swam off with my only bar of soap in its mouth.

Do you have any regrets?
I would've liked more time to develop the east wing of the Hermitage, extending the verandah and maybe landscaping the duck-pond.

What annoyed you most in the house?
The footmen masturbating.

What did you like/dislike about dating in Regency times?
The exchange of saucy love limericks appealed to my Romantic nature and the rigid structure of the ladies' under garments was an exciting contrast with the sensuous lady curves which appealed to my artistic nature. I disliked the cumbersome microphone packs and the dandruff.

Do you think your experience in the house has changed you?
Thanks to the show, I now have a dashing orange-coloured beard and no friends, but essentially I'm still the same silent self-consumer of woes.

What did you miss most from the 21st Century?
A fridge.

Who will you keep in touch with?
My lawyers.

What are you doing now?
Having digested my experiences, I am now forming them into beautiful paintings to be exhibited and for sale on March 2nd at 9 Adam St off the Strand, from tea-time.

What would you have liked to see happen to your Regency personae?
My ingenuity in inventing the patent 'Hermit Tea Sack' and 'Hermit Originals' biscuits should've been rewarded with sudden great wealth and prestige, a move into the house and an advantageous liaison with a beautiful lady... all of which would've gone to my head quite quickly, dark moods would follow, I'd take up the drink and the snuff… experience some form of collapse... chew the carpet... bemoan my fate.. declare life to be distracting and uncertain before returning to the wilds, my beloved duck and the arms of nature.

If you were to do it again what would you do differently?
I'd steep myself in the black arts and try and put curses on the 'gentlemen'.

Are you still single?
I like to call it celibate.

Do you treat the opposite sex differently since leaving the house?
If I see a lady I will perform a bow for her and if there is any bracken to hand I will beat her playfully with it but sadly I don't see many ladies.

Is there anything else interesting about your experiences?..
I lost 2 stone in weight thanks to the footmen and maids stealing the leftovers from dinner which were intended for me. As a consequence of which few of my clothes now fit and sometimes my trousers fall down, causing me embarrassment. On the positive side I am completely at one with nature and am favourite to be this year's 'Hermit of The Year', although someone called David Blaine is in with shout apparently.