At boarding school you had to wear your name across your chest and your back, and obviously I had a pretty funny name. It wasn't Brown or Smith or Hughes.

I don't think in my family anyone looked after anyone. It didn't matter how old they were.

Both my parents were doctors, and my mother had her surgery in the house. There were six children.

I had a place in England and was commuting from England to Australia, which is pretty stupid, but after two years I sort of knew what I wanted to do, more or less.

I was often very, incredibly naughty, and if I didn't come home at tea time I used to be sent to bed without any dinner. But people used to bring me things: I was better fed in bed.

When I did Taming of the Shrew, I was very tired, and I decided to have a holiday and make a documentary.

Suddenly I had a contract and I was earning lots of money.