When I'm called unkind... that really cuts to the quick. You can say anything else that you like about me.

In Germany, salads are assemblies of ham and mayonnaise, not trendy tossed leaves.

I am a total coffee snob and bore. If anyone makes the mistake of offering me 'a coffee' they tend to regret it - I'm worse than Mariah Carey, and the hot milk rider is completely non-negotiable.

Being blonde, for me, means never having to say: 'I'll have the honey-striped half-head of highlights for £200,' to a bored colourist in a Mayfair salon, which is much more satisfying, not to mention cheap.

I went freelance in 1996 and my children are now teenagers and it seemed right.

Being boring is just wrong, isn't it? You wouldn't have got anywhere being boring.

I don't mind being called snobbish, a pain and a social climber, but being called unkind really hurts.