63336 celebrity answers – Katie Puckrik

American born Katie Puckrik gained huge popularity in the UK through appearing on classic shows such as "The Word" and "Pajama Party".

Now helping Oprah Winfrey with her empire, and writing occasional articles for the UK press, Katie took some time out to answer 63336's questions.

Q. Who is Katie Puckrik?

A. I'm a TV presenter and a writer. I'm also a dancer, singer and cupcake eater. I've been called a "very funny lady" by the late Barry White, which has no credibility, since he was only the Walrus of Love, not the Manatee of Laughs.

Q. What's the meaning of life?

A. There is no intrinsic meaning to life. Life just "is", and we're along for the ride, with all the other critters. But we can always take a stab at improving matters while we're here by respecting the dignity of others and ourselves.

Q. What's your funniest joke?

A. Where do you find a dog with no legs? Right where you left him.

Q. What question would you most like answered?

A. Why hasn't President Bush been impeached?

Q. What's the best bargain you ever bought?

A. My old flat in Maida Vale. It was on the top two floors of a council block and had a picture–postcard view of London. At the time, nobody was interested in living in skyscrapers, and I snapped it up for a song. I regret selling it!

Q. Did you dream last night? What was it about?

A. I had one of my recurring "miniature baby animals" dreams. The scenario always involves several teeny kittens and maybe one minuscule puppy, all the size of my palm and meltingly adorable. In the dream, I am overcome with tenderness, followed by anxiety that I'm going to accidentally smush them.

Q. You were in a short–lived band in the mid–80s called Puck. The Spice Girls, Take That and even the Verve are reforming. Will we see a comeback from Puck?

A. For the habitus of London's old dive bars and gay clubs, a fevered memory shall have to suffice of me with my red beehive, nerd glasses and brothel creepers, singing at the top of my lungs to backing tracks while twirling 9 inflatable dogs over my head and dancing like Ann–Margret on meth.

Q. You've described LA where you live and work as an airbrushed version of a mining town, with monotonous, homogenised beauty. How would you describe London, where you made your home for 16 years?

A. A feast dish from the Middle Ages consisted of an ox stuffed in succession with a calf, a lamb, a turkey, a goose, a duck, and finally a chicken. All those rich experiences, surprises, layers and flavors within flavors the Oxcowlamturkgooducken Feast is my analogy for London.

Q. You performed with a cast that included Kate Winslet and Cate Blanchett in "The Vagina Monologues". Did that experience teach you anything?

A. The biggest stars were the classiest dames: modest, interested, generous.

Q. Is it true you had a childhood crush on teen pop idol David Cassidy and if so, what was it like when you finally got to interview him?

A. I lived for The Partridge Family when I was a kid. David Cassidy was a pants–itchin' sizzler, as far as I was concerned. On my US Pajama Party chat show, I was punk'd by my producers who knew that I was still obsessed with David. They had me fly to Las Vegas to "do a piece about his casino show", but convinced me I wouldn't actually meet him because he'd suddenly been taken ill. By the time they had me in his backstage dressing room "to get some shots of David's laundry", I had worked myself into a state of David–frenzy, and consequently lost my mind when my childhood idol popped out of his hiding place. The resulting footage shows David being all suave and flirty, and me simultaneously laughing and crying and stammering like a fool.

Q. Do you still drive a Volkswagen bug and what car would you most like to have in your driveway?

A. I'm now on my second Beetle. It's a bright orange limited–edition turbo with matching orange interior and rims. Driving it is like being inside an Italian doggie toy from 1972. I'm always seeing dream cars that I'd like to add to my hypothetical collection. I'm a fan of vintage cars with personality. The last one I hankered after was in London: a bright yellow Scimitar estate car from the 70s.

Q. Your autobiography "Shooting From the Lip" has been described as a poignant but racy memoir, a fearless trawl through a life well lived. Can we expect to see a second installment chronicling further years of your life?

A. No. If I may employ a glam rock metaphor: Roxy Music exploded into being with glitter and clamor, crazy sounds and clashing clothes. They petered out with Bryan Ferry mumble–mouthing some croony–tunes, a loverman loved–up. All the glitter and clamor of adolescent self–discovery and the ridiculous drama that ensues is captured in my memoir. Now I'm loved–up without an ax to grind. However, if I suddenly launch into a Shelly Winters–style midlife raunch–fest, I may have to write that sequel after all.