No one likes a show-off, but if parallel parking was an Olympic sport, I would get gold, no probs.

I don't know who St. Valentine was, but I hope he died alone, surrounded by couples.

I have written the only diet book that I believe needs to exist, and here it is: CHAPTER ONE: Eat a bit less. CHAPTER TWO: Move about a bit more. THE END.

We all have our worries about our bodies and our looks. We just need to make the best of our lovely, wonky selves. The key is never to compare and try to be something you're not.

Live in hope. Because things do happen. Things do change. Worry really is futile. Don't fear the future. Dreams do come true.

I think it's sad when people stop dreaming, or start losing hope. Because holding onto the bonkers dream might just turn out to be the most marvellous thing you ever did.

I'm very much in denial that I can't dance. I really go for it, which is almost more embarrassing.