- Over the years I've had my fair share of fashion disasters. Up to the age of 11, I mostly wore chunky, multicoloured jumpers embroidered with pictures of dogs. I also made the mistake once of getting my hair cut very short. I looked so bizarre that my father actually broke down in tears when he saw me.
- My short-term memory is almost non-existent. I could tell you what colour hat I was wearing on my sixth birthday, but I'll have no memory of where I'm supposed to be in five minutes or who I'm meant to be calling. I need to write everything down and keep referring to my notes.
- At 14 I had a near-death experience. My older sister was driving me along a dual carriageway from Liverpool to Chester. This elderly Canadian tourist fell asleep at the wheel and veered across the road, crashing straight into us. My seat belt wasn't properly buckled, so when the collision happened I was thrown forward and my back snapped. I could so easily have died. My back was broken and I had to have three inches of damaged intestine removed. For weeks I lay in hospital on a morphine drip, and I spent another five months in a full body brace. Needless to say, I always remembered to put my seat belt on after that.
- I'd rather be uncool than cool. It's not that I really try to be uncool, but there are few things more embarrassing than seeing someone who's going out of their way to look cool without realising they've turned into a parody of themselves. If I ever turn into someone like that, I hope my mates will give me a hard kick up the backside.
- I have a talent for karaoke. I used to do it in pubs and always did well at it. My speciality was Roberta Flack's Killing Me Softly With His Song. I don't rate myself that highly as a singer, but I wouldn't rule out the possibility of fronting my own band some day.
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