As soon as I was old enough, I started going to gigs – I’ve always been into music. In fact, the night before my accident in 2005, I’d been to an Oasis gig and sprained my ankle. I was 17, on a family holiday in Spain, and when we arrived at the hotel at 10pm, my foot was all swollen.
I got talking to a group of people my age and we went to a nightclub. Then we went to sit by a swimming pool and someone asked if I wanted to go skinny dipping. I jumped up and took my clothes off, but it was dark and I couldn’t see the pool’s dimensions. I dived into the shallow end, banging my head and instantly damaging my spinal cord. It felt like air deflating out of a balloon. I couldn’t move my arms and everything went white.
