Heaven. The biggest waste of our time we ever invented, outside jigsaws.

It's always sunny above the clouds. Always. Every day on earth - every day I have ever had - was secretly sunny, after all.

As a former ballerina, I can't put down Maggie Shipstead's new book, Astonish Me.

If you can find a frock you look nice in and can run up three flights of stairs, you're not fat.

The problem with battling yourself is that even if you win, you lose.

I can't think of anything I hate more than a former punk - they are the most self-righteous people in the world.

But nearly every woman I know has a roughly similar story - in fact, dozens of them: stories about being obsessed with a celebrity, work colleague or someone they vaguely knew for years; living in a parallel world in their head; conjuring up endless plots and scenarios for this thing that never actually happened.