I don't take myself seriously any more. Sometimes I just garden in my knickers and platform shoes.

When I was 15, I was naive, looked like a grey mouse and felt second choice.

My parents have a wonderful marriage, for many years. But I can't commit myself for such a long time.

I didn't spend much time in America, which probably was a mistake. To someone else, having a number one in America would be enough to get them touring.

I don't mind being laughed at: that's something I really don't mind, and I think that's kept me sane. My ability to laugh at myself and allow others to laugh at me has been my saving grace.

Sex does not exist for me at all. I haven't had a boyfriend for a long time. There were only three or four in my life up until now anyway.

I was very, very fortunate. I knew that. I've always known that.