I was competing in an IPC World Cup race, but the finish area was short and I came across the line with my head down and went straight through the fence. It was only because the Italian team doctor leapt out to grab me that I didn't smash through the café window.

I fell in love with a man, not a Beatle.

I'm dreading being on a ski cross with other skiers who don't know what they're doing.

There is a huge agenda behind trying to destroy me and put me down.

I'm quite happy to be thrown around and hopefully my leg will stay on.

I have had so much public support.

The overcoming of adversity and, ultimately, denying it the rite of passage, has been a constant and perpetual motive throughout my life.