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

I don't believe in God.

I'm always weeping at something or other.

I'm a mum, so my wardrobe consists of sweaters and jeans. As long as I don't leave the house forgetting my jeans, I count that as a fashion success.

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.

TV presenting isn't the hardest job in the world, and I've done all right financially out of it.

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