If you're a fat person - and especially if you're a woman - at all stages of your life you'll get abuse for it, so you have to work out a way of dealing with it. The best way is to be humorous about it - that defuses any tension.

I look like Julian Clary on steroids.

The funny thing is, I don't actually think of myself as fat at all. I don't think I am. Not really.

My doctor told me I should get out of breath three times a week, so I took up smoking.

In the end, punk inevitably burned itself out and acted as a bridge across which the New Romantics could sashay in their chiffon and glossy hair.

I think my comedy, the put-downs I do to hecklers, are the accumulated bitterness of years of people feeling that it's perfectly acceptable to make a comment on your appearance when they don't even know you.

I read that book Fat is a Feminist issue, got a bit desperate halfway through and ate it.