Make no mistake, most women are well aware that they've never had it so good; when they enter a spa or salon, it is purely a hair/nails thing, a prelude to an evening of guilt-free fun.

Big women do themselves a disservice when they attempt to become the Righteous Fat (the Righteous Thin are bad enough, all that running around and sweating, somehow believing it means anything).

I have always voted Labour and I always will. I have got to have one stupid, bovine part of me and that's the part that votes Labour.

But just think what a boring, bread-and-milk world this would be without the boastful.

Blakes Hotel in South Kensington was a particular favourite of mine during what I affectionately think of as my Restless Years.

One Christmas build-up tradition, however, has totally bypassed me - that of going up to town and doing a show.

I won't be going to any New Year's Eve parties because I think they're naff. No one over the age of 15 should bother going to parties.