Welcome to Shipwrecked! You may bring one CD, one book, one food item, one luxury item and one person. Go!

I've had a lot of practice at this - it was my favourite childhood game! CD - This is such a tough one. On the one hand, there has to be music for lying under the stars at night, which also doubles up as dancing music at the beach parties! And it has to be a classic, in order to be approved by everybody. *10 minutes later* Ah, screw it... I'll take the Disney soundtrack. BOOK - Well, this is an easy one... Lord of the Flies by William Goldberg. Its like the future rebel-leaders bible! If im going to be taking over the Islands, Im going to need to do my research! FOOD - Heinz tomato soup! Its actually a necessity in life. It is THE reason that Britain in a superior country. LUXURY ITEM - A mirror! Easy! PERSON - My mother. Because according to her, "I cant cope without her"... And, to be honest, its against her ASBO to be left unsupervised for such a long period of time.

What is the point of cereal?

There is actually NO point in cereal! Its like "Ok, lets wake up at a ridiculously early time like 8am and eat CARDBOARD.. Yeah, that'll really start my day off!" I mean, seriously... I actually blame this as the reason i dont get up before midday most days. I COULD get up and have 'Wheetos', or 'Weetabix' (Mm!) OR i can stay in bed till lunchtime and then have something DECENT to eat. Museli? What IS museli? Is there anything that tastes more like hamster food, apart from hamster food? Urgh! And do you realise how unhealthy most cereals are? They are literally packed up with sugar. You want a good breakfast? Try fresh fruit and yoghurt!

If you could travel back in time, or forward in time, to see one event, which would it be?

The moment George Bush said "I think i'll run for president". I'd kill him right there and then. Im not even going to try and make this good reading.. The guys just a fucking moron.

One million pounds... GO!

Where to start! Ok, firstly, a house. I have a lot of ambitions, but one of the most important to me is to have a beautiful home. To be honest, i think i could EASILY blow £1,000,000 on a house, but then i wouldnt have any money to play with! Ok, i think £500,000 is substantial. Firstly, it has to be stone with ivy growing up the walls, and a long driveway... Manderley-style. Huge windows and a big oak front door. I want a big garden full of flowers, statues and fountains. I think im really stretching this fifty thousand...! Next, i want a car to go with my house. I think a new Beetle soft-top.. Cream, with a black sunroof. Its such a beautiful girly shape! Ok, im done being sensible... I'd blow a rather large amount on travelling - One of those round the world tickets with ten stops. India, Japan, Australia, Fiji, Canada, Mexico, Cuba, Brazil, South Africa and i think we'd finish off in the Sudan to pick up souvenir african orphan (Its all the rage!) Of course, then they'd be the whole new wardrobe of clothes, which is a given! Finally, a huge Tiffany's diamond ring. And im talking BIG. They keep saying i have to wait till im engaged for it.. but fuck it! I want it now.

What have you achieved so far..

Bartering in Tunisian markets, Sleeping under the stars in Lemnos, Skiing in the Alps, lying on a beach in Nice, exploring the Alhambra Palace, Granada, swimming with manatees in Florida, climbing volcanoes in Lanzarote, Jumping off cliffs in Majorca, surfing in France, smoking in amsterdam, Shopping in Prague... rock-climbing, sailing, canoeing... modelling, acting, being on the radio... Being an army cadet, passing my driving test, getting my A levels... Going to festivals, living in tents, building tree houses... falling in love, falling out of love, kissing a lot of people on the way...Playing the piano, playing the violin, giving up with both... being vegetarian for 10 years, having two kittens, quitting smoking and inter-railing Europe.....

Seriously though, why should we put you on Shipwrecked? Give us your sob story.

I was born in the alp mountains from a woman called Hermann, and a goat. For many years i was kept in a cage and fed nothing but Iron Bru bars. My first sexual experience was with my only friend, a pet whippet called Lucy, who then became very posessive over me when i broke it off with her. Suddenley, one day, my father slapped his hooves together and decided to send me off to England to get a job and provide for his kids. Off they packed me, into a cargo box with nothing but a few scraps of bread and a spectacles case. However, the plane i was travelling on hit low fog near France and came crashing down. As the only survivor, i took this chance to remove my tracking tag with my teeth and make a run for it. Passing myself off as a 35year old hooker called Olga, i hitchhiked through the country until i reached Calais. From here, since i have no money, i stole a lilo and proceeded to float across the chanel, dodging hungry, vicious illegal immigrants on the way. Now i have reached this country, all i want to do is get the hell out of here!

Hometown

The north

Occupation

Gap year Student

Relationship status

I have a pet Stevie

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