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

As a five-year-old in Berlin in 1965, I didn't know that funny women existed. It wasn't until I got back to England that I realised women could be funny.

I still can't set up the ironing-board. A complete Luddite.

Well, I'm not good with sliminess. I hate the thought of creatures that have slime on them or creatures that leave a slimy trail. At home, the sight of a slug can bring up my breakfast.

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 don't think I'm successful.

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