I grew up in Cobh and was always terrified of the surrounding islands. Some mean old man told me that they made robots in Irish Steel and those robots were fuelled by mashed children! I was also convinced that a prisoner would escape from Spike Island and swim across to my house, I dreaded the thought of him stealing my miniature post office set. I know now that an escaped prisoner would probably not bother with a toy like that but it was my favourite thing in the world when I was five.

I liked my national school a lot – Walterstown N.S because we did cool things like projects about India. Our principal was amazing, and understood that finding paprika was much better homework than doing sums or anything lame like that. It is a country school and once we went to a flower farm and a lot of people ate daffodils and threw up in vivid yellow all over the playground afterwards. I wasn't a big fan of secondary school. We just did normal subjects and didn't go on nature walks or learn how to make Christmas wreaths or any of that cool stuff.

Cork people are good storytellers and have a flair for drama, I think anyway. I never lived in the city but have often imagined it – an ideal day would be getting up, polishing my statues of Michael Collins, going to the English market for my lunch.

Probably The Farm Gate, where they would announce a surplus bannoffi pie that needed to be taken care of. Then I'd go to Vibes and Scribes and read for hours for free, before toddling over to The Firkin Crane to see something beautiful and then home. Obviously, home is the Opera House, not in a creepy 'Phantom' way, I'd just tuck up in the lighting box and make somebody read Frank O'Connor stories to me until I fell asleep.

I like how Cork people state their feelings in one neat word after a sentence describing why they feel that way. Example : 'I finally passed my driving test and my husband won't have to drop me to work so he'll stop giving out! Delighted.' Or, 'I fell up the stairs in front of your man, the gorgeous fella from the bakery! Mortified.'

I did a degree in photography in Colaiste Dulaigh in Coolock, Dublin. Coolock is the opposite of Cobh. It's a concrete wonderland with the glittering core that is 'The Northside Shopping Centre' featuring breakfast rolls with double sauce (brown AND red) and shops stocking nylon dresses sold exclusively to ladies that are too big for them.

I live in Dublin now, but travel around to different comedy festivals all over the place. When I was growing up, the idea was put about that travelling for work was a sign of success, even glamour. I'm beginning to think that's a swiz , I've been doing that for a few years now and it is quite fun but I do spend a lot of time on aeroplanes wishing I was baking or hanging out with my cats and my friends.