As much as they get a bad press sometimes, platforms like Instagram can be a great place for inspiration if you're into fashion or food or interiors. Whatever your passion is, it's an amazing portal and resource.
Radio is immediate and experimental. It's really lo-fi - you can have an idea, go out and record something, come back in and just put it on air.
But I think if you do have a job that has quite a few elements to it, then it does mean you get to flex different muscles and different parts of your brain, which I do like.
The Goose Fair was the cornerstone of the city's year. The smell of fairs is amazing: deep-fried donuts, hot dogs, the frying of onions. You never wanted to eat all your baby pink candyfloss - it was so sickly sweet - but seeing it made with a stick around the barrel was like magic.
We all make snap judgments on small amounts of information. We do it all the time with online dating, deciding whether to spend time someone on the basis of a short blurb and three pics.
Student TV and radio are great grounding for all presenting. Just to get used to coming up with an idea, making it and getting it out there, I think that's a really good pattern and a good habit to get into.
Do I post pictures of my overflowing laundry basket or the dirty dishes by the sink? No, I'll probably post a pic of the finished meal looking pretty. We're all skewed in what we show.
I always feel with a vintage shop they've picked the best bits to show you whereas with charity shops you can find a real gem. My mum is amazing at it, she has hawk eyes, so I go with her and follow her lead!
Then I met people at school who were into Erykah Badu and Snoop Dogg. I like heaps of different music, but that was a real pivotal time in terms of finding my way.
Because I'm so pale, I am basically like a new-born fish, you can see my heart through my chest, like I'm see-through, I'm so blue.
My boyfriend's a real chef, so I steer clear of him when I'm in the kitchen - I wouldn't like him to catch me chopping an onion.
There's a lot of places where you can go to understand and to learn what it is that British nationalists believe and feel, and to see them in a political setting.
Even if you don't think you filter your life on social media, by its very nature you're only showing part of yourself.
When I moved to London I couldn't afford to rent anywhere. So I housesat for a friend of my mum and dad's - and had to look after her sickly cat. That was the only way I could survive on a meagre intern wage.