Since being 17, I can honestly say I've only been ill twice on drink. I stop when I feel happy, so I don't throw up.

My chosen drink would be a Southern Comfort, lime and lemonade, a dry martini or a good red wine.

I was quite into biology and chemistry at school, and I did well in my maths GCSE – I really liked it and got an A – so I quite fancied a career in forensics or something like that. But I bet if you put a maths exam paper in front of me now I wouldn’t have a clue.

I don't understand people who won't sign autographs or have pictures taken.

Never say never - you don't know what's going to happen in the future.

I get really irritated with crap drivers, so the last time I got cross was probably behind the wheel. I'll shout from the safety of my car, with the window up, but if anyone ever got out and challenged me I'd be terrified.

I used to go to the same club every week in my home town, and even there I'd always stay at the back of the queue. I never once assumed I could just walk in.