I have such admiration for single mothers. I simply don't comprehend how you'd cope with that intensity, the lack of breaks, ever, on your own.

I like to read my diary occasionally to remind myself what a miserable, alienated old sod I used to be.

Christians have always been fodder for comedians who have tended to portray them as anoraks - slightly clammy, beatifically smiley dullards with barely a personality between them.

I used to get a lot of people saying 'Oh, you are such a lucky granny.' But the fact of the matter is you can be a grandma at 35 these days.

When I was a nurse my favourite assignment was the anorexic ward. I sometimes ate as many as seventeen dinners

Punk allowed women to stop looking feminine. Oh, the relief.

I'd love to live in Kent but it's all a question of work.