I've Got Tourette's, Practically. I'll Tell Anyone

I Was Like One Of Those Nauseatingly Nice Children. I Was Very, Very Well Behaved And Boring.

It Took Me So Many Years To Move Out. I'm Definitely A Bit Of A Peter Pan, Reluctant To Grow Up. It All Seemed Really Nice At Home-why Change It? Part Of Me Would Prefer Not To Have Any Responsibility Whatsoever.

I Look Completely Like My Mum. She's Very Foreign, Very Jewish.

I Think I've Still Got A Bit Of A Sado-masochistic Streak In Me, Because If I'm Not Going To Be Restricted By Corsets And Covered In Lace, Then I Still Wind Up Wearing An Ape-mask Over My Face. I Do Wonder How I Get Myself In These Situations!

No, I Can Never Rely On Tim To Make Me Pretty.