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.

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.

Of one thing there is no doubt: if Paris makes demands of the heart, then Munich makes demands of the stomach.

I'm worried about looking like a bad person when, in fact, I try to be a good person. I don't like the public image that I've been dressed with and it worries me.

The Lady' is a piddling little magazine that no one cares about or buys.

The reason we all need a mutton alert, which needs constant testing, like smoke alarms, is because there is really no such thing as age-appropriate dressing any longer, as I know because my wardrobe is interchangeable with my daughter's.