My chosen drink would be a Southern Comfort, lime and lemonade, a dry martini or a good red wine.
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.
I'm not very firey, but when I go, I go. I don't shout, I just get upset.
Never say never - you don't know what's going to happen in the future.
I don't understand people who won't sign autographs or have pictures taken.
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.