He taught me the difference between a good single malt whisky and a bad one.

I wish I was born in that era: dancing with Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly, going to work at the studio dressed in beautiful pants, head scarves, and sunglasses.

The smartest thing I did was to stop going online. I'm the sort of person who will just look for the negative - Michael really can't understand it, but that's just the way I am. And with my bipolar thing, that's poison. So I just stopped. Cold turkey. And it's so liberating.

I hated grunge. No one’s more feminist than me, but you don’t have to look as if you don’t give a - you know. You can be smart, bright, and attractive aesthetically to others - and to yourself.

When you are 20, 40 looks really old. When I was nearing 30, that seemed like a major milestone.

I rub a mixture of honey and salt all over my body to moisturise and exfoliate. You wash it off and your skin is gorgeous.

If my revelation of having bipolar II has encouraged one person to seek help, then it is worth it. There is no need to suffer silently and there is no shame in seeking help.