Her room is in fact a palace, and comes complete with a thousand naked Peruvian slave-boys, to attend to her every whim. Once in a while, she'll come out for an evening's entertainment (at our expense - social, not financial).

She is currently looking for employment as Paul Daniels' assistant. Why, nobody knows, but hey, we can respect it. No photographs exist of Sarah, as she believes cameras to be the work of Paul McKenna, the one man she truly hates more than life itself. One day she will create an alternative to the Millennium Dome, calling it the Gelatinous Dome of Smell. It will be filled with over a million bottles of Radox, and offer special separate swimming lanes for Refreshing and Relaxing, depending on your preference. She estimates the cost of the venture to be approximately four times the worlds annual income, but she doesn't care. She is committed. Or should be, the mad sod. I mean, a swimming pool of shower gel/shampoo? It's crazy talk.