One minute I was in film, now I'm coughing up ectoplasm, playing scrabble with a ouija board and being tapped on the shoulder by belligerent ghosts. Actually I now have a regular column, called something like 'Horror Nation', in the hallowed pages of Britain's leading paranormal magazine, Haunted, which is a sort of psychic OK magazine for celebrity ghastlies who just won't die!
ore news on this soon, including the fact that I'll be joined in this mystical madness by the fabulous Satanic Sluts whose curvy loveliness is to be bared in the pages of this ghostly journal every month starting with the August issue. Praise the Lord!