I'm a light sleeper, but so long as I'm wearing earplugs, I sleep well.

I listen to my body, I give it things it wants and I eliminate things it doesn't want.

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

I'm not scared of snakes, spiders or heights. I have three children; as a mum, you can't be afraid of things like that.

I had a husband who, I'm convinced, was an undiagnosed manic depressive. He didn't treat me as if I had a brain - I was just this beautiful little doll he could show off.

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.