My mum and my husband are from Irish backgrounds so we have a lot of potatoes. Chips, mashed, boiled, new potatoes, I love them all. Even the slightly wanky ones like Duchess potatoes that go up in a little spiral.

Everything becomes magnified at night. Sounds travel in a different way, it's dark, and everything seems far more spooky.

Fat people are brilliant in bed. If I'm sitting on top of you, who's going to argue?

The thing I thought about doing it was it's Comic Relief and you've got to be funny. So although I did try to sing properly it obviously has hilarious results when you can't sing.

I find it difficult to judge myself, but people say that I have become a bit more socially acceptable over the years in terms of my material; which apparently at the beginning - though I never really intended it to be - was man hating and now is just a bit more cuddly.

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.

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