When not eating, I like shopping; although I'm afraid I've become a bit of a cliche.

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.

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

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.

Does everyone turn into a truculent thirteen-year-old when they go home, or is it just me?

My mother, father, stepmother and surrogate mother have all died of cancer; my best friend has got terminal cancer and at least five of my other friends have had cancer but survived it.

When not eating, I like shopping; although I'm afraid I've become a bit of a cliche.