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 just don't think men fancy me.

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

I want to break down some of the stigma associated with mental illness.

I don't miss my pin-up days. I'm far too old for that malarkey.

I know a lot of celebrity types go for Kabbalah and Scientology. But why pay 10 per cent of your earnings to someone when it's all common sense: treat others as you'd like to be treated yourself.

It's horrible, horrible, horrible. It took a year and a half until I found out that I had post-natal depression.