Dear Fatty (41 page)

It’s Gary’s gang – I’m not going to challenge him.

I bow to you, ‘Spam’. Look, see the quality of the cloth.

Who’s nicked the ruddy crown?

Jaw set, on bed in Akrotiri, Cyprus. Determined to conquer the world of ballet despite shortness and roundness of stature.

Cyprus. Whole family drowning a lilo.

Dad in Cyprus as a Reservoir Dog.

Ballet class. Me as a dying cygnet. Note the fabulous floor/chin work.

Another riding lesson, dreaming of having my very own magnificent steed.

A rare moment where we are all clean. Gary has Mum’s spit on his hair.

Sarah Walton and me in puppy heaven.

I must, I
will
upstage those bridesmaids.

Outside Tussauds. The beginning of monkey love.

At last! Me and Heather. The sinister glint is, in fact, triumph.

With cousin Karen and mini skirts.