I was out with my mum when a man started screaming at me: 'Georgia Groome. I love you.' Mum and I just looked at each other for a split second - and then ran away as fast as we could.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Mum was an amazing parent and my best pal. The tragedy of it, really, was that she died from breast cancer just as I was becoming a man, aged 17, and we were just starting to speak as adults. She was snatched away, and it felt cruel. She made me laugh.
Losing my mum. That was a punch-me moment.
I always knew mum loved me - tough, look-after-yourself love, as if she knew she wouldn't always be there.
My mother carried me for 10 months. I asked her 'Mother, you had an extra month, why you didn't make me a beautiful face?' and mother told me, 'My son, I was busy making your beautiful hands and heart.'
My mother was an exuberant, silly lady.
There were times my mom and I butted heads - over my curfew, over something like that. Whenever we would hit these moments of emotional backfire, she would say, 'You just don't understand what it's like to be a mother... I could never handle losing you.' I was like, 'OK, but just, like, chill out.'
My mum said to me once years ago, which really spurred me on, 'You're the funniest person I know'. I loved that.
I think I remember being held by my mum as a baby.
My mum brought me up on her own. All we really had was each other.
When I asked my mother why crowds shouted my name and said 'We love you,' she would dust it off by saying, 'Your work makes them happy.' She never let it go to my head.