My worst job: As a security consultant when I left the Air Force. I was selling people security systems that they probably really didn't need. I lasted a week, then my integrity kicked in, and I told them to shove it.

My best job: At 33 squadron in the R.A.A.F. We flew on Boeing 707's. Did a lot of different jobs, from medi-vacs, troop transport, VIP flights (the Prime Minister etc) and even a few SAS jobs that were quite interesting, but I can't talk about. I was a steward, and handled all the in-flight catering. (Which was where I mainly got my catering training Pamela.) Try cooking 30 beef wellingtons on a VIP flight in a galley the size of asmall linen cupboard. Saw the world though so that was pretty cool.