The loves of my life ... James Patrice
The presenter and Snapchat star tells our reporter about his favourite people, places and experiences
My Mum, Veronica - or Fron, as she's affectionately known. She's the strongest person I know, and has never once let life get her down. She and my dad did everything for myself and my sister growing up, and continue to do so still.
My sister, Vanessa, marrying me to her My Little Ponies when I was around four or five years old. Mum and Dad were bridesmaids - I was the bride.
The moment of the day
The morning, when you have a cup of coffee and just potter about. Although I'm usually in an unmerciful rush somewhere, and that 'potter' can turn into quite the marathon! I'll never rush my hair, though.
This is a tough one to whittle down, but it's got to be Petula Clark's Downtown. Music for me has always been a means of uplifting the soul, and I also love a tune that I can belt out to my heart's content while on my own at home.
Well now, I'm going to leave any form of 'cred' that I may have at the door, and go with Sister Act. It reminds me of watching it at least once a year with my mum and sister, and the three of us turning into The Supremes the minute one of those glorious songs came on.
Joan Rivers. Pure and simple. She inspired me to not give a proverbial you-know-what as to what anyone thinks of me.
I'm going to indulge in a little leeway here, and instead opt for my favourite play - By The Bog Of Cats by Marina Carr. I challenge anyone to find a more ferocious character than Hester Swane and her inimitable resilience.
I could sell denim jackets at this stage, but they always serve me well when paired with a crisp T, black jeans and fresh white kicks.
It's got to be a pocket square. It just finishes a look.
Right, I apologise in advance for the cliche, but it has to be my iPhone. Pathetic, I know! But hey, I'm unashamedly glued to it 24/7.
The pet hate
Rudeness. It absolutely rots me.
I'm very lucky to have quite a lovely group of friends, so it's impossible to whittle it down to one. I'll give a diplomatic answer though, and name my oldest gals - Cormac and Clementine; sure wouldn't I only be lost without them?
The beauty product
Dermalogica's Daily Microfoliant, and Pestle & Mortar's Hyaluronic Serum - both absolute game-changers.
Le Marais in Paris, with aforementioned gals Cormac and Clementine. You just can't beat a bit of people-watching, washed down with coffee and rose, can you?
The piece of advice
'We can't prevent what we can't predict.' It's a line I heard in Desperate Housewives. Such a valid source, right?
Espresso Martini - divine.
I recently stayed in the Gran Hotel Guadalpin in Marbella, and what I wouldn't give to glide out onto that beach every morning,
No Name is a fail-safe haunt, but when it comes to a good old-fashioned shake 'n' shimmy, many a great night has been had in The George.
Lately, flower arranging. Did I just say that out loud? Ah jaysus. Well, it's true. It's beyond therapeutic.
The part of my body
I've always liked my smile, and have been told that it can be rather nice - an observation I'll happily take!
At the moment, RuPaul. He's not just a triple threat, he's an I-don't-have-enough-fingers-to-count threat, and can turn his well-manicured hand to anything.
Apparently, I'm a very good listener. Could you repeat the question, please?
Lattes. I know I should be on the Americanos, but when it comes to the crunch, I do be sweatin' for some froth.
Chanel Allure Homme Sport. I always come back to it!
Every Christmas night during EastEnders, my sister and I take a bite of my dad Jim's turkey-and-stuffing sandwiches and a swig of Diet Coke, and I can honestly say that I can only assume it's the closest thing to heaven on Earth. Sure it's the little things, right?!
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