I was called Philomena after my Mother. Unfortunately, when I was about seven years old, St Philomena fell into disrepute with the church and was axed. No more sainthood! She must have done something really, really bad. Good on her, I say!

It could have been far sighted of the holy crowd, realising that a namesake of Philomena’s was going to turn out to be a Dracula-loving, gothic-loving fan of Horror! And if you saw my house you would understand that last statement.