If you have any power at all from being popular, then you have a duty to help people out.

The real me now may not be thin but she's got the cake and, if she likes, can eat it too.

My theory is that one needs to be loved completely, unconditionally, and unfettered by parental disapproval, if one is to get happily through life which, after all, presents its own hurdles.

The crushing, pitiful, and frequently just plain risible pathos of an unsuccessful actor/performer's life is well charted.

I'm the co-chair of the PTA at my kids' school, Ashmount Primary, in north Islington, London.

Despotism isn't nearly as bad as it's cracked up to be.

If, however, you have richer pursuits in mind and know that no woman should be judged by how she looks - that everything she brings to the party is more important than the size of her arse - then refuse to be sucked into the never ending whirligig of self-doubting, self-hating madness that is stop-start dieting and crazy new exercise regimes.