Bit of background - In my head, I am currently married to Nick Carter of the Backstreet Boys. So far my imaginary husbands have included Kiefer Sutherland, Johnny Depp, Idris Elba, John Kransinski, and so many more. Worryingly once, it was Ed Sheehan but that didn’t last long before I swapped him for Liam Hemsworth.
The situation is always the same (as are my two real life DDs): I am a fucking superb actress and writer. I’ve been in loads of films (basically which ever film I like at the time, I’ve played the main character), and I’ve won two oscars, but I’m not a knob about it. I still live a fairly normal life and my good friend Keanu Reeves and I donate huge amounts of our Income to our foundation that helps families pay for children’s medical care. But we aren’t twats - it’s never mentioned really.
Anyway me, Nick and the DDs are currently having a wonderful time in my head. I’ll probably go on Graham Norton later and be fabulously funny (while the real me is doing the washing up), and later I’m going to shag Nick Carter until his balls bleed.
Anyone else? Or am I just weird.