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After a studio assistant warned me of my interviewer's ruthless technique, I turned to my manager who ran me one last time through the instructions: look uncomfortable and contrite, but refrain from overreacting with outrage in order not to look like too much of a prude. He then reminded me that had not been for my four-in-a-bed drug fuelled shenanigans with John I would not be on the show in the first place.

I don't even know what she looks like and yet I still manage to dream I was Abi Titmuss.

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