Imagine a world run by a rather nice famous woman...

Stylist's 24-hour issue: 11pm

Radio 1 presenter Gemma Cairney, 28, would be a Marmite queen with a fetish for gold body paint and an overwhelming urge to dance

I’d be called ‘Queenie’, because it makes me think of lovely Jamaican ladies instead. I reckon I’d be a Marmite queen that some people would be really into, and that others would hate. I have an imagination that’s too big for my own good. It makes me scared sometimes, it makes me really excited sometimes, and sometimes it makes it really hard to sleep. But I think if I was queen, my imagination would come in handy because I could work with some really great people to make awesome things happen.

I’ll hardly ever admit this, but my mum is my main inspiration. We’re always at loggerheads with each other, we both have really strong opinions and we’re both really emotional, but in fact she’s a cracking lady. My family is one where anything goes, you just have be silly; I wouldn’t have it any other way.

My coronation? I’d paint my body gold and be completely naked. Can you imagine? I’d flank myself with my friends, who would all be painted different colours, and we’d march, all the way to Hackney and east London where I’d have my palace. No matter how much people hate on east London and no matter how much people say it’s become gentrified, I’ve been there for nine years and it still fascinates me – it’s a bonkers place, and I couldn’t live anywhere else.

I’d keep a low profile. I find fame a funny concept. I think it offers a strange notion, which is unachievable. Some people really buy into the concept and live their life by it, but I can’t connect to it. I don’t quite understand it.

My friends call me a ‘super fun nightmare’. I’m different day-to-day, it’s a bit of a rollercoaster living with me, but in actual fact I think of myself as like a duckling – still learning from everything and everyone every day. I need to embrace that side of my personality more. Sometimes, it means I’m not as strong as I’d like.

When it comes to style, this ruler sometimes gets it wrong. I like to make myself laugh when I dress. I found out a long time ago that I like bright, shiny, ridiculous clothes, and I don’t think that’s going to change any time soon. I have made some major errors though. Recently, for an awards ceremony, I bought myself a dress on the day because I don’t fit the sample sizes. I’m so scatty I hadn’t got anything sooner. I was really pleased with it – it was Sixties style, really short with long sleeves and tiny white frill cuffs. I squeezed myself into it, but when I looked back at the pictures the next day I saw it for what it was – a classic faux pas on the red carpet. It was a bit too tight and I looked a little bit squished.

Queen of Everything: Gemma Cairney