I am really bad at actually interviewing people.

Where I get bored is when I show up for a shoot and they want me to wear a feather boa. Too obvious a thing for a poof on the telly to do.

I bet Maurice Gibb's heart monitor was singing the tune of Stayin' Alive.

All my day is spent dealing with other people. When I come home I like it to be empty. The presence of others in my house kind of annoys me. I love coming home and shutting the doors. I feel brain dead. I'm relatively available, but not to live with.

Well, certainly I think American television is - that's proper TV.

Occasionally the state of the planet can knock me off my perky perch.

Some people think they're depressed and they go to the doctor and want pills. And you just think: 'You hate where you live, you've lost your job, your boyfriend has dumped you, could all this be why you're depressed?'