I still dream about my parents and have done every night for 10 years, and I wake up either crying or having to remember that they're gone.

There's nothing I'd really rather do, or can do, except cook.

If I get invited somewhere I can never usually say no. And then I don't leave until I'm asked to.

My mum always told me, 'Have something to fall back on' and I never really listened.

I had a few friends who we hung out with and that was it. We'd ride together, get in fights, go dancing, just causing trouble basically.

I've always been a rebel and it's got me in trouble sometimes, and probably kept me poor. And then again, maybe not, because I might not have the two daughters that I have, you know. And we're all so close now.

I'm just working class. I can pay the bills most of the time, usually from royalties.