My schoolmates called me Morticia as I had waist-length hair, pale skin and incredibly long hands. Without trying, everything about me was dramatic, from my still-growing haughty nose to my uncompromising jaw line and 6ft stature. I didn't look like a shrinking violet, but as every angle increased, the shy, worry-prone teenager began to diminish in confidence. As a way of hiding my shyness, I became quite the comedienne and I could get a laugh out of almost anybody at school: the swots, ravers, indies and elite. I didn't belong to any particular tribe, but just took great pleasure and amusement out of making people laugh. I guess the extremities of my over-exaggerated body did the talking for me and I allowed it to throughout my teens. I remember going into the sixth form after one of my earlier modelling make-overs with a new cropped haircut and groomed eyebrows – I quickly graduated to the nickname Spock.