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.

My older sister is bossy, my brother is a stirrer and me - well, I am perfect!

I don't think I'm successful.

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

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.

Women are more emotional, and it's natural to talk about it.