I think some people ramp a side of themselves up for performance purposes.

Wild men are so enormously attractive.

The comedian sticks as religiously to her theme as a dancer sticks to a diet.

I have a utilitarian approach to dressing; as long as I quite like it and it covers me up, I don't care what it is.

I never think, 'Where am I going to be in a year's time?' That seems to be a sure way of missing the fact that you might be quite happy now.

By crying on my bed, drinking quite a lot and feeling tempted by drugs. Well, just not reading it to be perfectly honest with you. I know it's a bit of a copout.

I tend to think the world is a bit of a miserable place, so anyone who can add to people's optimistic, cheerful side is doing a good job, which is what I hope I'm doing.