In the past, I've thrown myself into work so much there's been very little room for anything else.

People have been able to see that as cheeky and as flirty as I am, I am not the dreadful slapper that the press used to portray me as. But it will probably all turn around and people will hate me again in a couple of years.

If I had a dream show, I probably shouldn't even mention it in this climate, but it would be like a kind of Fix It show.

It is going to take a very brave man to love me.

I was a prefect at school, I never had a tattoo, got a detention or pierced my ears more than once.

My husband says my toes are like Wall's cocktail sausages. He feels peckish whenever he sees them.

When I go to one of those singles dating parties I believe myself to be a bowl of fruit. When I talk to potential dates, I judge them by the smile in their lips, their smoothness of speech, and the whiteness of teeth; then I offer them the appropriate fruit, which is usually a lemon.