I wouldn't be with a man who was scared of me, but I don't think men are scared of me - look at me, I'm tiny. I don't think I'm capable of putting anyone off. I'm a nice girl.

My justification is that most people my age spend a lot of time thinking about what they're going to do for the next five or ten years. The time they spend thinking about their life, I just spend drinking.

I really thought I was on the way out. My husband Blake saved my life. Often I don't know what I do, then the next day the memory returns. And then I am engulfed in shame.

Life's short. Anything could happen, and it usually does, so there is no point in sitting around thinking about all the ifs, ands and buts.

I'm lucky because I do get to fly first-class now.

I don't care what people think about me. Never did, never will. Life is too short to be worrying about that shit.

They tried to make me go to rehab, I said 'No, no, no,'