When I was bald, I went through a period where I seemed to do nothing except TV programmes about being bald.

What's so brave about being bald? I've not fought for my country or found the cure for cancer - I've just gone out without my hat on!

Exercise keeps me occupied, which is good for my mental health.

Usually I trundle about in trainers and baggy jeans, looking about as attractive as a potato.

Mum's a worrier, she looked after everybody apart from herself - I think it runs in the family.

I have a problem with cleaning. It's my release. I get up at 6 A.M. and clean and hoover and mop everything. Then I feel better.

Bald is the new black!