Family is the one thing that is definitely not disposable.

I have a fear of poverty in old age. I have this vision of myself living in a skip and eating cat food. It's because I'm freelance, and I've never had a proper job. I don't have a pension, and my savings are dwindling. I always thought someone would just come along and look after me.

I think my siblings sometimes have to defend me within their social circles - they are both barristers.

I've just got crap hair. Although I inherited a lot of stuff from my dad, including giant knees, I didn't get his good, thick hair. I got my mother's thin, wispy, non-event hair instead.

I've got a hat face. My mother always said I've got a hat face

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

I don't do marriage. I think it's incredibly naff. And I don't like vulgar displays of ostentation.