Cruella: Claudia Connell laughs when she sees people fall in the street

¡¡¡¡My family¡¯s nickname for me is Cruella. I was given it around 40 years ago after I developed a worrying affinity with the evil puppy abductor from 101 Dalmatians.

¡¡¡¡I loved that film. The only thing that ruined it for me was the happy ending when Cruella De Vil¡¯s plan to make a coat out of cute spotty dogs was foiled.

¡¡¡¡The owners had over 100 of the yappy little creatures, surely they could have spared half a dozen? I felt similarly let down by Chitty Chitty Bang Bang when the irritating brats who sang about a flying car and somewhere called Hushabye Mountain didn¡¯t meet a grisly end at the hands of the menacingly nasty Child Catcher. I watched the movie dozens of times in the vain hope that one day I would stumble upon a version where their parents didn¡¯t get to them in the nick of time.

¡¡¡¡It¡¯s fair to say that I definitely wasn¡¯t a little girl made of sugar and spice and all things nice.

¡¡¡¡Of course all children have their peculiarities and eventually grow out of them ¨D which is where I tell you that I¡¯m now in my mid-40s and I still feel exactly the same way.

¡¡¡¡To this day I don¡¯t like to share ¨Dwhether it is food, clothes, make-up or money. In fact, I find the very concept of sharing totally baffling. It¡¯s my stuff, why would I want to give it to other people? They have their things, I have mine and let¡¯s not get the two confused.

¡¡¡¡So why am I so lacking in the milk of human kindness? I wasn¡¯t spoilt or badly raised and there was certainly no lack of discipline when I was growing up.

¡¡¡¡As it turns out, the answer could simply be that I¡¯m born that way. Yesterday, the Mail reported how a new study has found that some people are genetically predisposed to being nice. Participants were asked questions about their attitude to things like giving blood or helping out in the community before having a sample of their saliva taken for analysis.

¡¡¡¡Researchers discovered that people like me, who¡¯d rather pull their toenails out with pliers than go to something like a charity fundraiser, had a certain type of DNA. In other words, why should I have to stifle giggles when someone falls over in the street while everybody else rushes to help? It¡¯s not my fault. It¡¯s my genes. BY Alli£¨½Ø¸åÈÕÆÚ4ÔÂ20ÈÕ£©