I've been chased through airports with a screaming baby because the photographers are ruthless, and they want the picture.

People that were in my life for a long time turned sinister and tried to control me, and all kinds of weird stuff happened. But there was no conscience involved; that threw me more than anything.

I was quite the spoiled brat. I have quite a temper, obviously inherited from my father, and I became very good at ordering everyone around. I was the princess; the staff were absolutely terrified of me.

I've been through a lot of stuff.

I work because I think that I wouldn't feel good about myself unless I was contributing.

If you lined up everyone I've ever dated, you wouldn't see any similarities.

With a lot of hair and make-up then I'm possibly, remotely attractive. But it's rare, I don't think I'm ugly but I'm nothing particularly special. I'm not a yoga and health girl. I don't exercise that much and I eat crap and smoke and bite my nails.