Can you believe this stunning, doll-like vision of beauty is the same awkward, over-tanned ginger girl from Runcorn who thought peddle pushers were the height of fashion?
Can you believe this voluptuous, smouldering vision of sex appeal is the same nervous, eyebrowless girl who nearly didn't make it into the band?
Can you believe this woman, a woman with a face so perfect and pretty it has made her a National Treasure, is the same girl who had corn rows and tight ponytails and brought new meaning to the word chavtastico?
Can you believe this leggy, Irish candle mogul and jetsetting LA-dwelling restaurant owner was once told by Geri Halliwell that she couldn't dance?
Can you believe this beautiful blonde, motor-mouthed blow-up-doll is the same girl who cried when she got the dance moves wrong, and butchered the 'art of singing' on ITV beyond all form of recognition, winning votes soley for being 'feisty' and 'full of personality' and extremely attractive despite complete tone-deafness and chronic verbal diarrhoea?Ok maybe that last one is plausible.
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