I got my first radio job, at Power FM on the south coast, when I was 16, as soon as I left school. I’d been volunteering for a year, helping out. Then I got this letter from the boss saying he’d seen me working, everyone had told him how helpful I was. He said, send me a demo and I’ll make you a star. I’ve still got that letter.
So I did a demo, which I think was awful, but out of that I got the coveted overnight show, between 1am and 6am. Chatting to myself in the middle of the night, alone in a big building in this eerie industrial estate in the middle of nowhere, just off the M27. It was a pretty solitary existence. But I loved it. I was on the radio.
My love life when I was a teenager was almost non-existent. Though I did get a boyfriend when I was 17 and we lived together in Southampton. Yeah, I did everything early! I guess I was old before my years. It did end in heartbreak a little bit because I had to move away. In terms of romance, I’m not the kind of person who would just go and talk to someone, I’m just not. And with this job, it does give you a slight suspicion – what is it you like about me?
Looking back, I’d tell my teenage self to have more confidence. It took all my courage to go for this job. I think the reason I chose radio was that it was a way of talking to loads of people without having to meet them. You hide behind the microphone. I was a horrendously, painfully shy kid.
My confidence was non-existent when I joined Radio 1 and I still have an element of shyness. I used to be completely terrified of doing interviews. I lost sleep over it. I wanted to do radio because I liked the idea of being locked away in a little box, having all these one-to-one chats with people over the country. That’s what appealed to me. But having to interview big stars like Beyoncé, Ed Sheeran… that’s a very different thing.
If you told the 16-year-old me he’d be on Radio 1 one day, he’d laugh in your face. I remember when I finally did do a demo for Radio 1 in their studio, I couldn’t relax, my nerves completely got me. I walked out thinking, well, I messed that up. And I didn’t hear from Radio 1 again for two years. So I was sure I’d blown it. But I was quite persistent. I kept sending them tapes. Then they took me out for dinner, something that had never happened to me before. And they offered me a job. Then they paid for a cab home. I was like… ohh, amazing! I couldn’t believe it. I remember being in the back of a black cab, ringing my mum in floods of tears saying: “You’ll never guess what’s just happened…”