Jenny

Yeah, yeah.

Again, it depends on what you're like.

I mean, I think it's a bit of luck, really.

Or get a man with a gun.

So they'd soak in the water?

Mom needs a second, honey.

Or I can pick it up at the dealership.

Mommy's buying a car.

Hi, Jo.

Hi, Zoe.

It's Jenny here from Newport.

Your episode on childhood shame stirred me to share an experience which flashes through my mind a few times a year and still makes me cringe 35 years later.

I spent my childhood growing up in Northern Ireland, and I attended the same school as Gary Lightbody, and we were in the school choir together.

One year, when I was about eight or nine, we had a school concert.

It was quite a big event.

The choir was singing, the orchestra were performing, and the teacher was there recording a video to sell copies and raise school funds.

I'd been feeling unwell and I told my mum who just put it down to stage fright and sent me off to sing my heart out.

I was a tall kid and I had a lovely spot on the back row of the choir where I could see everyone and everyone could see me.

And midway through a song, my aunt turned to my mum and said, she doesn't look well.

Just as I projectile vomited over four rows of choir kids as well as the school orchestra.