I was a working-class kid in a middle-class environment. Fashion was my way of saying, 'You can tap me for this and tap me for that, but you can't deny I look good.'
I think we've got a very two-dimensional view of what masculinity is, of what strength is, what a guy needs to do.
I was supposed to move into a new place and it fell through. So for five months before Sex Education, I was couch-surfing among all my friends. I didn't have a home.
I used to be a really great dancer. I used to do it quite a lot and then I stopped. Now my body has forgotten all that training.
Unfortunately, when you're a parent and you completely love your child, it can make you act a bit crazy.
I definitely felt growing up that I wasn't seen as the same as anyone around me because no one around me looked like me. There were no black Scottish role models.
In a small way, I'm driven by proving people wrong: because of the background I come from, I think a lot of people have doubted that I would get this far.
My mum is a fashion inspiration to me. She always goes to great lengths to get ready in the morning, from her hair to her makeup to her nails, and matching her suit with her shoes.
I couldn't believe I was homeless and working in Harrods. How many people must be going through this in London?
I grew up in a working-class area, and I stood out - for my voice, my appearance, I did dance and things like that. But I always had faith in my charm.