My older sister is bossy, my brother is a stirrer and me - well, I am perfect!
I know the new comedy god is surrealism, but it doesn't touch my heart.
Without fake tan I have the skin tones of a dead jellyfish.
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've never been prudish.
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.