It is a blessing to have pretty people around me. I like people who are sparky, positive. Evil, dark people are repelled by me: Oooh no! Too much sunlight.

For me feminism is bra-burning lesbianism. It's very unglamorous.

Perfectionism kills art. I find that if I criticise myself, it spoils the fun. You can get paralysed by analysis - it takes all the playfulness away.

Yes, Sept 11th was unfortunate

I've got an image of me at the bottom of my garden sitting under my silver birch tree reading, while everyone else had gone somewhere exotic.

Obviously Victoria and Mel B have become mothers and there is a part of me that wants to be a mum.

I've been all sorts of different shapes and sizes at different times in my life.