‘So come on, Clint,’ Wogan asked him chummily. ‘How is it that you’re so cool?’ To which Eastwood responded by taking out a cigarette, flicking it up in the air, striking a match on the heel of his shoe, and then lighting the cigarette while catching it between his lips on its descent. After taking the first puff, he growled, ‘I dunno, Terry. I guess it just happened that way.’