Hello to anyone who wandered in after seeing my gurning mug in the Daily Express today!
The article turned out fab; the journalist was wonderful to talk to. It’s not online, which is quite a relief as I look bloody awful in the photo. Awful, and totally lardy. I had so much fun at the shoot yet something went horribly wrong in that frame. I reserve the right not to scan it for you all!
Meanwhile, Gareth is guffawing at the wee breakout box called WHAT SHAUNA USED TO EAT. In the book I talk about The Last Supper – the day before I braved the scale in 2001, I ate all the things I thought I’d never see again. It was going to be all carrots and lettuce from then on! But taken out of context, it gives the impression that I ate like this every day. Holy fat girl cliche, Batman. Please understand, Express readers… it was the Last Supper!