The ideal man doesn't exist. A husband is easier to find.

I think I suffer from body dysmorphia - I don't see what other people see.

I would teach U.K. parents how to stop their children throwing litter. London is a beautiful city but its streets are disgusting.

I'd rather kill myself than dress like Victoria Beckham in towering heels day after day.

Back then I was called Dumbo because of my ears. I was called Fatty, too. It was hurtful so I became like the class clown. I became the one who was kicked around.

I broke my ankle ten years ago so high heels are not an option unless I'm literally going door to door for a function.

I'd been a housewife and mother to our son Thomas Jefferson, and I was looking for a new career. So when my agent called and said a producer named Paul Elliott from E&B productions, the biggest panto company in the country at the time, wanted to meet me I agreed.