JANE HILL
Ah, 1994. I was in my 20s when DIVA was born. Those carefree years when I had lots of friends, a good social life and a job in radio that I loved. When I could consume a good few glasses of wine of an evening and still have bags of energy the next day. Long before I developed this cavernous crease between my eyebrows that not even the most talented make-up artist can conceal, and before my natural curls were fried by years of TV blow-drys.