I used to be pretty reckless. When I was a runner for a production company, I drove a massive 16 seater van. I was only 18. I mean I look young now, but then I looked about 12.

I have tried therapy a couple of times, but it hasn't worked.

I do tend to overdo everything.

I just don't think men fancy me.

My parents' marriage was very rocky. They were always arguing. When they split up when I was in my 20s, my brother and I were both delighted because we knew they weren't good for each other.

I'm so bored of all these girls who have written about 20 books by the time they're 25.

The more I read about feeding times, sleep times and waking-up times, the more inadequate and miserable I felt.