My first panto aged about 4 and the awkward moment came up, 'Who's going to come on stage?' Not me but I had pushy parents. Anita, in her lovely leotard, principle boy as ever, made sure I was ok. This happened somewhere in Manchester a long time ago.
DH is older than me and mentions her as his first crush.
Singing, dancing, acting - so lovely; she should be a Dame.
Yes, I'm watching telly after a very strange week at work but she took my hand that time I was tiny and gave me the confidence to step on stage with her.
It's all ok for the worthy and the serious to get such awards. What about the true troopers?