What is the worst job you have done?

Shooting hosiery on top of an iceberg and getting my backside stuck to it.

Several: cutting the local vicar's lawn, shovelling shit from a stable, waiting tables, picking up and washing actors' smelly pants and socks.

Cleaning toilets in a motorway service station.

Either shredding duck in a Chinese restaurant, or Oblivion.

Selling double glazing.

I was a perfume girl at a department store in Aberdeen. I was so bad at it, I didn’t make it to the end of the day.

When I was doing A-levels, I worked in a factory that made homework diaries, which was fine until they banned talking and the radio.

It’s a toss-up between organising a new filing system at Hammersmith & Fulham social services and relying on tips in the least popular restaurant in London to get through drama school.

I used to clean the ovens in a bakery. Brillo pad and poison.

I’ve loved all my jobs, even when I worked at Burger King.

In Brooklyn, I was a dishwasher in a sandwich shop.

Cleaning toilets at McDonald’s when I was 16.

When I was a teenager I worked as a lifeguard, and one of our duties was to clean the showers. It essentially involved cleaning people’s pubes from the drain.

Working in a soap factory in Huddersfield. I was in my late teens, so I was basically hungover every day.

After Emmerdale, babysitting. I freaked out – I couldn’t believe people put me in charge of their children.

Scraping plates in a fish and chip cafe in Whitby.

A temp job at BT. I still have nightmares about ADSL lines. I still don’t know what one is. I would find myself on national conference calls being questioned about ADSL lines and told that the problem was in London. I would try not to breathe so they would forget I was there.

When I was at school, I had a summer job where I had to buff blocks of plastic for a display unit. The factory only remembered to give us masks on day three.

I waited tables for one night at the turn of the century. They were being fussy about how I put the food on the plates, and I couldn’t have cared less.

I worked in a call centre. I would go clubbing on a Saturday with my brother and my mates, get home for five or six in the morning, and then have to be at work at 8am.