Body and soul: Michelle Moran
Michelle Moran (38) stars in B is for Baby atthe Peacock Theatre. She is also a West End cabaret Artist collaborating with performance group Duckie
My parents were . . . party people!
They knew how to entertain with charm, wit and style. It’s a dying art form.
The house I grew up in . . . was a house that my parents built. It’s gone now with the progress of the Celtic Tiger, but I find myself roaming the rooms sometimes in my half-sleep.
When I was a child I wanted to be . . . Kate Jackson, the actress from Charlie’s Angels with the pageboy haircut.
If I could change one thing about myself I would . . . have loved and nurtured my artistic younger self more.
You wouldn’t know it but I’m very good at . . . singing. I returned to college to study opera, which was a disaster, but I’ve found my voice in cabaret. The darker and dirtier the better!
You may not know it but I’m no good at . . remembering birthdays and anniversaries, shopping, telling lies, making beds and lindy hopping [a type of dance]. The last time I tried lindy hop I head-butted my partner and broke his glasses.
At night I dream of . . . marbled halls and wolfhounds, billowing muslin and Greek pillars; that’s a recurring theme. A recent dream that has stayed with me is killing and eating a swan. Any suggestions as to what that may mean would be gratefully received!
When I look in the mirror I see . . . that I’m growing into my skin, and I like it.
My favourite item of clothing is . . . my 1950s’ red embroidered wedding dress, with three underskirts trimmed with red silk.
I drive . . . my mother bonkers! Since I’ve come back to Ireland I’ve been living with her, and have regressed to being a stroppy teenager. She has displayed the patience of a saint.
My house is . . . in London. It’s called Chateau Groovy. We bought it from reggae musician Winston Groovy. The bathroom walls display a 6ft mural of ladies in different stages of undress, with a bell-hop serving martinis. There is also a visiting fox and heron in the garden and it brings me endless joy.
My real-life villain is . . . nicotine — what a fascinating, treacherous drug.
My favourite work of art is . . . the human form, male and female. It holds endless fascination to me.
My greatest regret is . . . not kissing my father goodbye at Dublin airport, as I was too cool a teenager. He died on that holiday.
I wish I’d never worn . . . age 15, kneelength black socks, with brogues, slashed denim shorts with red knickers underneath and a tight T-shirt going up to receive Communion. I left a trail of gasps in my wake.
Books that changed me are . . . The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying by Sogyal Rinpoche and Daily Meditations for People of Colour — it was given to me by soul diva Doris Troy.
The person who really makes me laugh is . . . my husband, gorgeous Pete, especially when he puts on his sea legs on dry land in public.
The last time I cried . . . was the opening night of B for Baby, when the writer welcomed me back home. It struck me on many levels.
My five-year plan is . . . to be content and loved. To get more amazing new writing, theatre, television and film work. To win a Tony award on Broadway and, finally, to receive an omniscient state of enlightenment to then realise none of it matters anyway!
My life philosophy is . . . “Love is blessed togetherness and loneliness is poor,” (Brendan Kennelly).
Michele Moran appears in B for Baby, at the Peacock Theatre, Dublin, until November 6. For bookings call 01 878 7222 or www.abbeytheatre.ie