When I was a young girl I had a very wild imagination, I dreamt of being an illustrious star of stage and screen and would spend many hours practising singing and dancing, squirrelled away from my sisters. One of my practising spots was not as isolated as I thought, being as it was in the middle of the front garden in front of the dining room and living room windows. The story is still told about how my big sister caught me out there in a polka dot bikini and high heels, singing into a stick. I was about six at the time. Another of my favourite dreams was that I would be singing in my room, and practising my dance routine to Rick Astley, who was my all time fave, when none other than his manager would be driving through our little village in his blacked out limo, and would happen to glance up and see me illuminated in my bedroom window. At once he would instruct the driver to pull over and knock on the front door and enquire who the talented young girl in the window was. I would be instantly whisked away to begin a long and successful career as Rick Astley's foremost backing singer, although whether Rick Astley would want with an eight year old girl in his line up on stage is debatable, but this didn't occur to me at the time.