I tried the Atkins diet in the Seventies when pregnant with my son, as I didn't want to pile on the pounds. Now, so long as I'm healthy, I don't care what my scales say.

I will do my best to entertain. That's what I am: an entertainer.

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 have always worked and I would say I'm generous with money - if somebody needed anything I would always give it to them.

As for the stage fright, it never goes away. When I'm waiting in the wings to go on, it's agony every single time but I stay focused and I know that once I'm on stage it'll be fine; I'll be in my happy little bubble.

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

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