I love fashion, but I don't come from a background of loving clothes, and I remember feeling badly dressed from a young age.

I love fashion, but I don't come from a background of loving clothes, and I remember feeling badly dressed from a young age.

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

After graduating from flares and platforms in the early 1970s, I started drama school wearing a pair of khaki dungarees with one of my Dad's Army shirts, accessorised by a cat's basket doubling as a handbag. Very Lady Gaga.

I wouldn't say I was grumpy. It's more pathological - I have seismic tantrums. I get red in the face and cry at least three times a week, and I have to lie down and have a nap afterwards.

I admire the Elsie Tanners and Barbara Windsors of the world: people who have crawled back from the abyss. I'm quite camp in that respect.

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