I was a wayward child, very passionate and very determined. If I made up my mind to do something, there was no stopping me.

I have no regrets. If you regret things, you're sort of stepping backwards. I'm a believer in going forwards.

My husband is not a jealous person in any way.

I danced a lot when I was younger, and I've always had decent, shapely legs and thought it's now or never. I mean, when you're pushing 40, are you really going to wander around in a dress that's midthigh length?

If being crazy means living life as if it matters, then I don't mind being completely insane.

I had to grow the hair down there. But because of years of waxing, as all of us girls know, it doesn't come back quite the way it used to. They even made me a merkin - a wig - because they were so concerned that I might not be able to grow enough.

I suffered from 'No one will ever fancy me!' syndrome, well into my teens. Even now I do not consider myself to be some kind of great, sexy beauty. Absolutely not.