When I was twelve, my parents moved out of London to a small village near Oxford. I was the only Asian girl in my school and I suddenly felt a bit lonely.I became a typical difficult teenager-I hated school and I thought all the would was against me. But two important things happened.I realised that being funny was the best way to make friends. Perhaps if we'd stayed in London I would never have learned how to bee funny And then I had a brilliant Art teacher, Mrs York, who encouraged me to go to Are College. I would probably have left school as early as possible, if I hadn't met her.
However on the day of my college interview in bate,I woke up late. I left the house wearing two odd shoes and didn't notice that my bottle of chocolate milk had spilled all over the paintings in my bag. then when I finally got to the station I got on the wrong train Who knows... if I had gone to Bath that day I might have become a professional artist. But I went to Swindon instead I told the woman next to me on the train about what had happened and she sat and cried with laughter. It turned out she was the producer of a comedy programme on the radio. To cut a long story short, I got an invitation a week later to attend an audition for the show... and the rest,as they say, is history I'm very lucky-my life has been full of happy accidents