I attract weirdos and ponces. Not just, people who are a bit odd or who take the mick a bit; I mean out and out WEIRDOS and utter PONCES. I’m like a magnet to them. All my life, even before I was in the public eye I seemed to give out signals that screamed “if you are a nutter or need money then come see me!” After I became known through TV and newspapers, these signals (which I seem to have no way of controlling) got even bigger and louder. They BEGGED weirdos to get in touch, to befriend me, to try and date me. Rare are the times I meet a normal nice person who is genuine and kind and without motive. Sometimes I wonder if it’s because I’m too kind that I end up allowing these weirdos into my life; is it because I feel sorry for them and want to help them (a lot of the time, yes), or is it that because I never have a hidden motive or agenda myself that I never think anyone else is capable of having one either (until it’s too late and they’ve cleaned out my bank account).