I'm driving to Raleigh studios this morning to train Ethan. I've not really noticed it before but the light in LA has a pinkish tinge rather like being in the movie La La Land. Fighting the urge to stop the car and tap dance around a park bench, I drive around the side of the studio and drag my trolley along to studio 6 where Ethan is studying his script. He's smokin' hot – that's what they say here – in his black cycling shorts under white shorts and a white T-shirt.Ethan smiles."Hi th...