Anorexia is an awful thing, but you get yourself into it, and only you can get yourself out of it.

I would do nearly anything for a laugh, to tell the truth. And I'm a particular favourite with young men with earrings.

A 'naughty pickle' is how I'd best describe myself. I think fun and laughter is the whole point of life.

There are actresses who've had expensive work done and look great, so I'm not holier-than-thou about it. But it wouldn't be for me, perhaps because I've already been in hospital and wouldn't want to volunteer myself for it again.

I watch people from the top of buses who don't know they're being watched. It's quite fascinating.

If I look back, my mother was always out. I can remember the perfume and her scarlet chiffon dress and crystal beads, going to a party. She used to play her violin at restaurants later on in life and at old people's homes. She loved the races, which she used to take me to as a child: our carpets were bought with her winnings. Loved her chickens.

Anorexia taught me to love life and to realise that starving yourself to death is a bloody waste of time. It's awful and it hurts so many people around you. It's a terribly selfish thing to do.