I've got an overactive, analytical brain. I get frustrated, impatient, angry with myself. I swear at myself a lot.

I'd like to break some new ground, maybe in TV presenting, rather than just be an actress.

I think it's nice to age gracefully. OK, you lose the youth, a certain stamina and dewy glow, but what you gain on the inside as a human being is wonderful: the wisdom, the acceptance and the peace of mind. It's a fair exchange.

There's something about 'Strictly Come Dancing.' Everywhere I go, people wish me good luck; cabbies toot their horns. It's lovely. I have a theory: in straitened times, there's nothing like a bit of unapologetic escapism.

Sadly, the timing's never been right. There have been men who would have married me but I didn't feel the same, and vice versa.

I try to live my life as honestly as I can, and the last thing I want is to pretend to be something I'm not. To pretend to myself I am a sex symbol would somehow be dishonest. I'd feel, in my heart, that I were behaving artificially and that's the last thing I want to do.

I tried Botox, but I don't want to be hooked on that stuff.