I had a big black and white cat called Bort.

I quit my job in the style of a heroine in an American drama series - I flung papers in the air and stalked out the door. I swear there was music playing, probably something from Ally McBeal. It felt good.

I lived in a box. I had a house, everything was normal - I just had a big cardboard box too. I liked to read in it.

I was hit by lightning and could suddenly organise my thoughts effortlessly and instinctively know the truth about things. Wow.

Phenomenal sex with someone who shall remain nameless.

I dreamt that Wanted was a really shit film, despite Jolie looking the hottest she has ever looked, smouldering like never before. James McEvoy was also rather yummy. The plot was ridiculous and Morgan Freeman was only there to give the film some semblance of credibility, despite the terrible dialogue he was given. At one point there were even exploding rats, woven messages, and an I Am Your Father moment. Oh no, wait - this really happened. I did go and see Wanted. Good points - Jolie's FACE, her in fast cars, her firing guns, her kissing James, the concept of curving bullets and the faces they both pull while doing it. Bad points - the rest of it.