A ballerina
, despite the fact that I was a sturdy child blessed with what were described as footballer's legs (cheers, dad!). I had my name down at the nearest ballet school for years, or at least I like to believe I had - the classes were miles away from where I lived and would have been a real pain for my parents to get me to. They did buy me some lovely red ballet shoes, a coffee table adorned with ballet dancers for my bedroom, The Girls' Book of Ballet and an LP of Sleeping Beauty and the Nutcracker Suite, which I practically wore out as I thumped pirouetted around the room. Needless to say, I never made it. 