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.

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.

Since being 17, I can honestly say I've only been ill twice on drink. I stop when I feel happy, so I don't throw up.

If I see someone I'm in awe of I'm like, 'Oh my God. Oh. My. God.' But on the outside I'm very calm. I'd never run up and hassle anyone.

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.

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

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.