Panic sets in; obviously I’m terrified of heights, which Jeff doesn’t know, and he’s absolutely wrong in saying that I seem like the kind of woman who likes to have fun – it turns out I don’t. I’m the kind of woman who prefers a nice beige cardigan and a cup of tea, and having both feet planted firmly on solid ground. I am absolutely not the kind of woman who gets excited at the prospect of wilfully dangling from elevated podiums attached to glorified string.
