I grew up in Walthamstow. My strongest memories are of my mum and dad listening to music every day. Dad wired speakers into every room in the house. We’d listen to George Michael, Michael Jackson and Bob Marley constantly. When they had parties, I always had to sing, which I dreaded. I would get butterflies in my stomach if I knew people were coming round.
I was scared of my parents. They were a great tag team; I very rarely rebelled. The one time I did, I crept back in from a party at 1.30am thinking I’d got away with it. Mum said: “I don’t know why you’re laughing, you’re grounded for the next few weeks.”
