Because I clearly hate myself, I watched the entire Edinburgh Festival video on my lunch break and, LJC, it's an absolute slopmine of new (to me) information:
-The first time she applied for the fire service job (strongly encouraged by her dad) she didn't get it; she then "worked out and got fit" (not sure why she'd need to for a call handler role, but whatever), went and sat in the control room to see how the job worked (I'm sure any other applicant would have been afforded the same privilege and nepotism played no part at all!) and passed the interview with flying colours the second time. Funny, that.
-When offered her first £25k book deal, she thought to herself "That's basically my fire service salary, and all I have to do is look like I'm working for 12 months" (I see her outstanding work ethic and attitude to contractual obligations were always present).
-Even if she didn't end up writing the book, she'd still get her £8k down payment, so she signed the contract.
-Describes SB's fussy eating habits as "ridiculously embarrassing" and implies she takes them as a rejection of her life's work. Says she already goes to therapy twice a week and doesn't need a third appointment because of this.
-Describes yet another train incident whereby a group of drunk men were being loud and aggressive. Says she sat there like a quiet little mouse but if it had been on Twitter, she would have gone in with all guns blazing (paraphrasing, but the keyboard warrior admission is there).
-Describes her circle of friends as "ridiculous, feckless ready meal enthusiasts."
-Calls herself a "one woman cookery school" and in the next sentence admits she can't cook rice, which is why her books have so many risotto recipes ("All you have to do is stand and stir a pan for a really long time").
WHAT. A. WEAPON.
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