I have never been the mousy, stand-two-paces-behind, obedient 'little woman' type.

I'm extremely happy in my life. I consider myself to be very blessed.

The body is like a car: the older you become the more care you have to take care of it - and you don't leave a Ferrari out in the sun.

We live in a quick-fix society where we need instant gratification for everything. Too fat? Get lipo-sucked. Stringy hair? Glue on extensions. Wrinkles and lines? Head to the beauty shop for a pot of the latest miracle skin stuff. It's all a beautiful £1 billion con foisted upon insecure women by canny cosmetic conglomerates.

The sad truth is that most of my husbands turned out to be convincing liars.

I never think about age. I believe your age is totally how you feel. I've seen women of thirty-five who are old and people of seventy-five who are young. As long as I look after myself physically, mentally and emotionally, I'll stay young.

And I have a special cream that I use that I made myself that I invented, that I put on at night and during the day.