Our true selves are revealed in our actions, not our thoughts
This woman's life
I used to love to rummage in charity shops. The only thing that changed since I was on the Late Late Show is that I no longer have the same freedom to do that. I'd have no problem holding one sleeve of a jumper and saying to the woman holding the other sleeve, "Back off biatch or you'll get two in the temple" in a Breaking Bad voice.
I miss that, and the way the chutzpah thing works there. Eyes on the prize: you see the jumper, it has your name on it and you go in for the kill. Effrontery is the name of the game.
For this reason, I've decided the next time that Tubridy turns up in my garden, shouting up at my window for me to come on the Late Late Show, I'll say clear off outta that and go and get Beyonce for yourself and leave me to my sleeve-tugging war of words with Grindle from Galway. I don't care how much my daughters like him.