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?'

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

I am very quick to judge.

My life could have been so grim really, really grim.

It's lovely to get one successful show - the chances of finding a second one are not so hot.

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.

Tolerance is forced on people in London.