I can't leave England.

I could get into bed with James Bond, then take my false leg off and it would really be a gun.

I've always gone out with men who wanted a cook all the time.

People love me or hate me and all I think about is the people that I know and suffer with different causes and carry on my charity work and that's what keeps me alive really.

Cousins are more then cousins, there best friends that are their through it all.

I don't mean to be accident prone, but my excuse is if you really want to get somewhere you have to go full gas.

The hardest thing for me is walking. Can you imagine you've got a metal pole and if you put pressure on it like a strong walk, you can walk.