Personal Life
Vaughan married costume designer Antonia Davies in August 1999. The couple met when he was working in a video store at age 19. Elvis Costello performed at their wedding. They live in Wandsworth, South London with their bulldog Harvey-(died) and now have another bulldog named Jeff and their two children, Tabitha (born 2000), and Rafferty (born 2003). Vaughan's father-in-law is Nick Davies, once foreign editor of the Daily Mirror.
In March 1999, as a result of his experience of prison Catholic chaplains, Vaughan was received into the Catholic Church at Westminster Cathedral. He is an admirer of cars and currently owns a Maserati 3200 GT. A supporter of Chelsea FC, he travelled to Sweden to see Chelsea win the 1998 UEFA Cup Winners' Cup Final, and spent the next day broadcasting live on The Big Breakfast with images and details of the big moments in the match, with input from his friends. He also has presented Chelsea FC's coverage of their public training days in 2008.
Vaughan has had thinning hair for a number of years, and on the television show Best of the Worst expressed jealousy of those with "long fly away locks." In July 2008, he shaved whatever was left to raise money for the Capital Radio charity, "Help a Capital Child", of which he is an ambassador.
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