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In 1989, I was mugged, beaten and stabbed by a group of boys. To add insult to injury, not only did I lose half my blood but I lost my boyfriend too: he dumped me the next day, which wasn’t the most tactful piece of timing.
Graham Norton, in a Telegraph report about being burgled yesterday.