My father has developed a tradition of surprising us at some point by appearing in fancy dress. He buys a new costume each year and typically gets carried away. A couple of Christmases ago he appeared in an inflatable sumo outfit. Its endearing, really, and only quite embarrassing.

Turkeys are perfect for feeding larger gatherings.

I can assure you that it feels even stranger to me than it probably does to you to have seen so much written about me when I have done so little to paint a picture of myself.

As I have found out, recognition has its upside, its downside and – you may say – its backside.

It's a bit startling to achieve global recognition before the age of 30, on account of your sister, brother in law and your bottom.

Entertaining on any scale can be stressful and daunting.

What is it with this American booty culture? It seems to me to be a form of obsession.