I move into my new house tomorrow. My life is piled in boxes beside my front door. There is something rather Zen about seeing it all there: antique cameras wrapped in a rainbow 'imagination suit', a giant My Little Pony (thanks, Harm), mannequins, piles upon piles of scripts, bamboo poles, wigs, a hot pink ball gown for a drag queen, sketch books, baggy jumpers, elbow length gloves and the coffee table made from a model of my legs, complete with gaffer taped boots, lovingly made by my father. Yes, when I see it all there together I think 'I'm pretty odd really and that is a bit of all right.'