I don't think I'm successful.

I'm very jealous of my daughter's education. She's been inspired by her teachers, and nobody inspired me as a teenager.

I have always had a need for attention but didn't plan to be a comic.

I'm a schizophrenic mix of wannabe glamourpuss and absolute slob, and my style is very much magistrate-meets-barmaid.

Without fake tan I have the skin tones of a dead jellyfish.

A good fart joke makes me bawl with laughter, so will somebody farting. And the word 'poo.' You can't beat a good poo joke.

For me, being a woman suits what I want to talk about and what my audience wants to hear. Maybe I'm a dying breed.