During my school days I was known for skiving off of P.E. lessons. My record was missing 12 consecutive lessons of outdoor winter hockey – an achievement I am vehemently proud of. I would get my mum to write me notes, friends with ‘grown-up’ handwriting to write me notes, hide in the toilets, just whatever it took to get me out of playing King and Queen Ball in an icy gym that smelt like vomit and death.
Anyway, my hatred of wearing shorts and trainers, the whole ethos of competition and being told by an alcoholic P.E. teacher that I was going to die before my parents meant that I haven’t really completed any exercise since primary school when we had weekly swimming lessons. (Don’t even get me started on the scarring experience of being the only kid to turn up unable to swim and having to put on armbands. That’s another tale for another day.)
The point I want to make, is that my Dad has always been pretty disappointed that I’ve never taken part in any sport or any kind of fitness routine, as he himself is a very healthy and fit individual. So this summer my untameable need to make my parents proud of me took over once more (after the glow of achieving a first wore off) and I signed up to run the Adidas Women’s 5K Challenge in Hyde Park on my 21st birthday in September.
4) Robbie Williams Let Me Entertain You – Is it just me that wishes I could be Robbie Williams onstage at Knebworth performing this? Anyone who says they don’t imagine singing ‘Come on, come on, come on, come on’ to a crowd of adoring fans is a liar.
5) The Rolling Stones Brown Sugar – I wish I had Mick Jagger’s physique. End of.