I just don't think men fancy me.
Mum's a worrier, she looked after everybody apart from herself - I think it runs in the family.
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 read everything and anything. I love books.
I don't miss my pin-up days. I'm far too old for that malarkey.
People say, what is she thinking? I'm thinking: fun; cash; travel.