My childhood in a nutshell, well it all started in Northampton in the 80s.

I didn't even know I was in the closet but I did find George Michael in there.

My dad was the manager of the local football club, but the only thing I was tackling was

a good act of a Christie.

I don't know why I'm telling you about it.

They've only gone and turned it into a series, so do yourself a favour and watch my

awkward years in glorious technicala.

Changing ends, stream free on ITVX.

Comedy is back in the building.

Today's cocktail is called...

Hannah Atlanta.

And what it consists of is one ounce of henna seed and a half ounce of apple juice.

You pour it into shaker with some ice, shake it up and strain it into a glass if you want

it to be a Hannah Atlanta martini or you can pour it over the rocks if you really

want to turn it up.

Hannah Atlanta.

Have you ever had that?

I don't drink apple juice.

What I do distinctly remember Hannah Atlanta trying to give me to drink that shit.

And I probably had it once already got dry.

Let's just be clear real quick because Medina is the one put that on me and I was like,

oh, okay.

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