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Starsign:

Leo

Born 'n' bred:

Manchester then Flitwick

Last job:

Newsreader at a commercial radio station in Peterborough

Football team:

What is this 'Foot Ball'?

I wouldn't be working here if it wasn't for:

My inability to take 'no' for an answer.

Most interesting fact about you:

My big toes point upwards like Ali Baba's slippers

Most annoying trait:

Where do I begin? Terrible impersonations, terrible taste in music and bursting into song at the drop of the hat. I could go on…but that would be annoying…

Claim to fame (other than being on Three Counties Radio):

I once wiggled my bum at Princess Anne while standing on my head.

Most embarrassing moment (not on air):

My first public appearance at a fireworks display. Before the pyrotechnics, I was given the instruction to 'whip up the audience into a frenzy' before introducing an Abba tribute band. After a bit of whipping, I was feeling pretty pleased with myself. The crowd was bouncing around in anticipation, so I yelled…"Let's hear it now…for ABAAAAAAAAA….MAGIC!' The audience went wild, but after a few seconds of thousands of pairs of eyes scanning from me, to the side of the stage I realised the platformed-shoe-wearing, man-made-fibre-sporting, beardy-men-loving popsters were nowhere to be seen. So I thought I'd try again; "Here's the moment you've all been waiting for...(shifty glance to the side of the stage)…ABAAAAAAAA MAGIC!"

Still nothing.

This carried on for two more buttock-clenchingly cringeworthy efforts before a voice whispered from stage-left "You'll have to come off so they can play their 'Big Entrance' music!"

"Right," I said to the understandably puzzled audience, "they'll be on in a minute." Clunking the microphone back in the holder and walking off stage in silence, I swore my days of whipping anyone into a frenzy were over.

Most embarrassing on air incident:

Handing over to DLT with the immortal words, "We're out of time, DLT's waiting with his hand on his knob ready to go."

Weirdest place you have ever spent the night:

Betws-y-Coed

First record bought:

Ghost Busters, Ray Parker Junior

My first car:

Vauxhall Corsa - I've only just got rid of the Silver Bullet. Much missed.

My favourite place in Beds, Herts and Bucks:

Ampthill, my old stomping ground will always hold a special place in my heart (just below the Left Atrium).

Desert island luxury:

I'll have a fully stocked Winnebago please with vanilla candles and a ready supply of cuddly kittens…well if it's good enough for Mariah...

My hero:

Dolly Parton

Would hate to be in the Big Brother house with:

No oxygen

Favourite item in my wardrobe:

The newest!

If I wasn't at ´óÏó´«Ã½ Three Counties Radio I'd be:

Rich!

My dream co-presenter would be:

Jonathan Ross, although he'd struggle to get a word in.

Realised I was getting old when:

I found myself saying, "Now THAT is a nice sofa."

Useful tip:

"If in doubt, do nowt." These words of wisdom from my mum can be applied to all manner of situations and always work. (LEGAL NOTICE: This has never been tested in a life-or-death scenario, so don't sue me if you come a cropper)