A LATTE STARTER

I WAS given a fancy new coffee machine for Christmas.

It even has that milk frother that sounds like a jet taking off.

I love it, so if you fancy a lungo or macchiato chez Sharp, just order ahead and I’ll have it waiting as soon as restrictions are lifted.

It’s turned me into a coffee snob. When I’m out and about I don’t give Starbucks a second glance.

I even drive straight past Costa.

Yes, you’ve guessed it – Bonnie Tyler would be proud of me because I’m holding out for a Nero!

I LONG to get back to doing what I love most – hosting live shows and banging out DJ sets in front of huge crowds bathed in sunshine, singing every word back to me.

There are only two rules at my gigs: 1) No nudity and 2) Obey all the rules.

Apart from that, pretty much anything goes. When I first went for the audition to be the host of Europe’s largest retro festival, Let’s Rock, I was asked by the boss: “Can you perform under pressure?”

I said: “No, but I do a pretty good Bohemian Rhapsody”. Despite that, I’m still steering their ship more than a decade on – and can’t wait for Let’s Rock’s return this summer. I’ve always loved doing the university freshers circuit as well. I was booked for a DJ set in 2003 alongside Girls Aloud, fresh from Popstars: The Rivals.

Cheryl, Nadine, Sarah (to whom I wish a speedy recovery) Nicola and Kimberley were in the dressing room next to mine.

I could hear them doing their warm-up vocal exercises, while giggling and chatting, when I noticed a tiny hole in the wall.

After mulling it over, I thought: “To hell with it – let ’em look”.