I used to go to the same club every week in my home town, and even there I'd always stay at the back of the queue. I never once assumed I could just walk in.

My chosen drink would be a Southern Comfort, lime and lemonade, a dry martini or a good red wine.

I know parts of all the decades come in and out of fashion, but you never get to wear an entire outfit exactly how it was.

I was quite into biology and chemistry at school, and I did well in my maths GCSE – I really liked it and got an A – so I quite fancied a career in forensics or something like that. But I bet if you put a maths exam paper in front of me now I wouldn’t have a clue.

I get really irritated with crap drivers, so the last time I got cross was probably behind the wheel. I'll shout from the safety of my car, with the window up, but if anyone ever got out and challenged me I'd be terrified.

I have body hang-ups - but I work the best of what I've got.

I once had a letter from a man who asked to do something very weird. He told me he wanted to sit on my shoulders and for me to then walk around his town to raise money for charity. He described himself as being 6ft and I was thinking, 'I'm only 5ft 4in, and you want to sit on my shoulders?' How bizarre.