Facts of my life: Sylvia Herbert.
Marital Status: Divorced.
Children: Two sons aged 28 and 31.
Birth Place: Cuckfield, Sussex.
Occupation: Public relations officer.
Three words to describe yourself: Sensitive, yet strong
When was the last time you cried and why: Oh dear! I think it was when I was watching a sad ending on television. I never used to cry at films but I do shed the odd tear now (or maybe it's just PMT).
Have you ever been unfaithful? No. I was married for going on 17 years and was never unfaithful.
Have you ever broken the law? Anyone who says they never have must be lying! I've driven above the speed limit and served drinks in my best friend's pub when I was only 14.
What is your most prized possession? It's a little silk rug, brought back from India. Why? Because of who gave it to me.
Who was your first kiss? John Pickard. He was seven years old and I was six and we both lived in Goudhurst, Kent. On the day his family moved away, he kissed me before he got off the bus which took us home from school.
What is your ideal way of spending a Sunday? Walking in the hills with friends, then going back to a house with a big log fire, red wine and a supper which I haven't cooked.
Who is your best friend? I tend not to have one particular 'best' friend - rather friends I do different things with.
Who is the man of your dreams? Tall, dark and handsome - but not too handsome. I think I saw the man of my dreams on the tube last week. Unfortunately, he was about 15 years too young.
How would you most like to be remembered? As someone who smiled a lot, who was kind and stayed young at heart. Alternatively, as the woman who won an enormous fortune on her 52nd birthday.
Have you had cosmetic surgery/would you consider it? No and no, not unless it was needed for medical reasons.
What is your claim to fame? I suppose it's that I am a director of British Mensa, the high IQ society. I was elected to the board last October. I think people find it interesting that I left school at 15 and only went on to college to do a degree when I was 35.
When was the last time you wanted the ground to open and swallow you up? Maybe when I coughed when speaking to a Frenchman on the phone and said, 'I'm sorry, I had a frog in my throat...'
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|Publication:||Sunday Mercury (Birmingham, England)|
|Date:||Mar 12, 2000|
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