I think I must have a super-fast metabolism.

I like protective men, the type who'll put an arm around me so I can be smothered.

When I was 15, all the boys at school had off-road motorbikes. I wasn't allowed to have one, so I just went out and bought one. My parents took the keys.

I don't mind anyone asking me any questions, I've got nothing to hide. I like it to be as real as it is, that's what I call an interview.

All I've ever really done is page 3 in The Sun, and not every man reads that.

I'm so loud, as if I know what I'm on about, but deep inside, I'm so insecure. Just a little girl.

All I want is a gentleman. I'm sick to bloody death of bastards.