I believe that Britain is becoming more class-conscious, and I quake at the very idea of Old Etonians ruling the world again.

Baldness is visually enough of a stigma as it is without a big sweaty bloke on stage pointing it out.

I still give myself the right to be highly critical of others, though.

There have been times I've finished a big job and thought, 'Great, a couple of weeks off.' But then a couple of weeks turns to three weeks and then after a month you're staring at the phone willing it to ring.

I was loved as a kid; I was raised with more love and emotional support than most folks could wish for my memories aged nought to ten are all bound up together in a mesh of innocence and fun.

I think if you're at the point where you're popular enough to sell your wedding photos to OK! Magazine then you don't need the money.

I use very few muscles at the best of times.