Can the former JLS man backflip his way towards all-conquering bloke glory?
Of course – you’ve got to stand your ground. The longest stare-out was about 10 seconds.
Only at a shooting range. My mate shot a bazooka into a field of cows in Thailand once.
My textiles book when I finished school. We threw all of our course work into a bonfire.
Orange Wednesdays were standard practice growing up. They were a lifesaver. If a girl had a problem I’d just watch the film alone.
Yeah, it was awful. I cook my eggs now.
Burnt toast. They should make a scented candle – I keep wasting perfectly good bread.
I’m into manscaping, though not waxing. Nobody wants to walk down the street with bloodstained nipples.
I’ve saved an animal from myself. A duck was walking past my car slowly, so I revved my engine. He slowed down more. That duck mugged me right off.
I slate my girlfriend for doing this. How would she react if her dog started chatting back to her? She’d be terrified. Or put him on Britain’s Got Talent.
If I throw a punch, I’m landing it. Dancing and kickboxing have helped my hand-eye coordination. You’ve got to go all in.
I’ve cried when I was on the show. The producers really know what buttons to press.
I’m the shot guy. I’ll arrive with a bottle of Jägermeister and make sure everyone downs one at the start.
Tuna, nothing else. All I want is bread, sauce, cheese and tuna. Extra toppings are the bane of my life.
I abide by the five-second rule. It’s a code I’ve always followed.
Yeah, on TV. A Turkish dancer asked me to perform with her, and I rocked her world.
A poor show. Maybe that’s down to the fact you have tuna on your pizza, Aston.
Aston’s debut solo album Show Stopper is out in October