I landed on Gay Pride and I couldn't believe my eyes! Not only were gay people real - I had only heard rumours - but they had parades. There were men covered in glitter bound together with furry handcuffs. I felt like I was in outer space, I honestly thought I had arrived at the happiest place on earth.

I was afraid of staying at the Playboy Mansion; I wanted to get a footing before I ventured into a world of hedonism.

Yeah, I finished, it was hard. Those last five miles. It was like giving birth and then being told to run as you're giving birth. It was so much pain in my hips. I don't know if women are meant to run, especially after having kids.

I have to meet someone who loves children and who loves ex-husbands and implants.

You can Google everyone now, you don't have to peek through a window or wait till she leaves her house. You can look at her Instagram, she's takes selfies, posting images of her body parts for everyone to see. She seeks followers and craves attention to define her self worth. It's a dead end addiction to fame.

I have to think of moderation, which is not a word that's in my vocabulary. But I try.

Obviously, I think being vegan is important. But no one should judge anybody. I'm not a dictator and I don't expect anyone to be any certain way.