Every day I do something that freaks me out.

I try to cope with everything through humor.

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

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

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

I do tend to overdo everything.

My mother and I were very close and even when I left home and came to London I would ring her every day. She was very proud of me and loved my celebrity. She would often come to shoots and TV shows with me.