THERE are many things in this life that scare me.

Heights, the Circus, men who wear white socks with black shoes, the possibility that we could in fact run out of Prosecco, people who actually enjoy a dry piece ie. a sandwich with absolutely no butter or sauce of any kind just a slice of meat or cheese in the middle and Peter Stringfellow.

None of these terrifying things come close however, to my number one fear of all time which is wasps and that's why I actually let out a scream when reading a story in the Evening Times this week involving Satans flying army.

A lovely wee man from Maryhill in Glasgow went out to his car only to find a swarm of wasps had decided to set up camp on his boot and were not for moving and he'd managed to take a picture of this horror fest which the paper kindly printed and will be embedded forever in my mind, thank you.

I can say without a word of exaggeration that if this had happened to me I would fainted on the spot and been stretchered away in an ambulance.

I have to say I don't have a fear of all creepy crawlies, I mean spiders for example are no problem as I tend to find big eight legged beasts in my tenement flat all the time but wasps are a whole different ball game.

I'm not sure why I'm so petrified as I've, touch wood, never been stung but I think it's maybe because I spent

my childhood watching my dad jump in up the air while screaming like Janet Leigh in the movie Psycho every time one buzzed near him but whatever the reasons it's been a problem all of my life.

I actually ran off camera during a live broadcast for the BBC in London while being interviewed because a wasp came near me and the same thing has happened lots of times while I've been performing onstage outdoors over the years too.

It's one of the many reasons I've never agreed to even consider the invitation to go into the jungle on I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here and I've been asked numerous times although it's also to do with not wanting to be famous that badly that I'd eat any part of a Kangaroo or wishing to subject the British public to the sight of me in a vest top and shorts for three weeks.

I can't leave windows open in my house for fear one of the little blighters would get in because that would mean me moving out until it found its way back out of the window, which lets face it they never do, or it dying.

I once had to call the man across the road who owns a beauticians to come up to my flat and get rid of a giant

one that actually looked like it was wearing boxing gloves.

I was in the shower when I saw it out of the corner of my eye and I leapt out grabbing a towel and shut the door behind me.

When the poor man finally came to my door and saw me standing dripping wet with a towel wrapped around me I don't think he knew where to look or what to think but I assured him it was genuinely a wasp in the toilet and nothing more.

It happened again only a month or so ago when my lovely friend Robert Miller had to come to my house and save the day however, this time I was fully dressed and slightly more composed.

I've thought about getting hypnotised as it's actually embarrassing when you're out in public or with friends running and screaming down the street every time one comes near me but I'm not sure it would help.

Anyway, thank goodness it wasn't my car those wasps decided to catch a free ride on and I hope I never experience anything like that myself.

Do you know the only thing that could have made that story even more bloodcurdling would be that if the wee man that it happened to was actually Peter Stringfellow and he was pictured standing next to the car wearing nothing but a pair of Speedos, white socks with black shoes and eating a dry gammon sandwich. Shudders.

Delighted to say that I filmed My Life In Ten Pictures for STV last week and it will be broadcast on Wednesday July 22 at 8.30pm.

It was actually a really difficult task trying to tell the story of my life so far in only 10 pictures but I meant I got a chance to look through some old snaps with my family and we laughed so much at all the fantastic memories we had of great times growing up and of course the hair styles.

Thanks to the lovely Angus Simpson for a really enjoyable trip down memory lane and I hope you all enjoy the show.