When I'm washing up, I have to separate the cutlery and wash them in groups, and then put them in the exact same places.

I also have to wear at least one charity wristband when I'm going out of the house, even if it's just down the garden. At the moment, it's either "Make Poverty History" (white) "Tickled Pink" (pink, for breast cancer research", "Lust4Life" (blue, for Age Concern) or "Together We Can" (pale blue, for a local children's hospice).

Add that to I hate change of any kind, to the extent that when I was younger and my parents moved anything, even half an inch, I would scream until it got put back exactly where it was, and the fact that when crossing the road at a pelican or zebra crossing with slabs with raised dots on them, I have to stand exactly in the middle of the front centre slab, and that if I pass someone on a flight of stairs, I have to go down and go back up again, I'd say I'm either obsessive or superstitious. I don't think I've got OCD though.