"I remember watching a casting tape of Orla stuck in a small room at the Oban MOD with several young terrified accordion players, willing them to read the scene brilliantly, hurling the lines back at them. It was about 10.30 at night, a few weeks after her contract had expired, and the expenses had run out. But how else do you find your lead?' Orla is brilliant, intelligent and has taste. I trust her."