My last holiday was… a week in the Peak District. It was back in 1995, because I’ve subsequently realised I’m not someone who likes going on holiday. I’d rather stay put.
I’m currently reading… various 1930s gardening books by a male writer called Beverley Nichols. I’m not into gardening, and he’s very twee, but they’re rather charming and funny, and he has an eye for a particularly dreadful sort of busybody woman that makes me laugh.
The best day of my life was… I remember thinking at the time it was when I was rst on Saturday Night Takeaway in February 2015, and people seemed to notice my existence for the rst time. It was still a very special experience.