What was I thinking? Fact is I wasn't thinking. I didn't want to think. I wanted to feel.

I am not, I repeat, NOT a lesbian - even though I'd like to be one when I grow up.

I'm known among my friends for saying things I probably shouldn't sometimes, but I have to get things out in the air.

I have had the unfortunate experience of having someone write an unauthorised biography of me. Half of it is lies and the other half is badly written. My feeling is that if I'm going to write my life story, I ought to have my life first.

I keep my own personality in a cupboard under the stairs at home so that no one else can see it or nick it.

People need to learn to take everyone as they are.

Evolving into a middle-aged person is quite interesting if we can understand what it means. I would like to think it meant being a bit sure of what I want.