For a long time I called myself a failure

I felt helpless

The Iraqis were firing Scuds over our heads

There was an instant sense of comraderie

It was normal to see bombs lying around at the side of the road

In theatre the abnormal becomes normal

I hadn't even had my ears pierced

Believing in myself was the biggest hurdle

Deciding what to wear each day is harder than you think

We had to strip to our knickers

No Parachute

People stopped swearing. It made no sense at all.