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

I might be needy, competitive and desperate but it's far better than being wet.

The only way to go on holiday is with your expectations at ground level. Convince yourself before you go that the weather's going to be dreadful and there will be nylon sheets. You'll then be pleasantly surprised.

I know the new comedy god is surrealism, but it doesn't touch my heart.

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

I've got this horrible feeling that I'm one of those people who'll always have to flog their guts out to get anywhere.

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.