Without my Johnson trademark mop of yellow hair, I think I would be nothing.

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.

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

There was a time when no difficult subjects were ever aired in the 'Lady', and sadly, life isn't like that.

If there's anything worse than being 16, it's having parents visibly reliving their own teenage years in your anguished presence.

I talk to bankers, distributors, marketing people. I used to sit at home in my tracksuit bottoms, and the real excitement of my day would be going out to get a copy of Private Eye and a latte.

Being blonde means people decide on sight that you are much prettier and nicer than you really are, just as Americans automatically add 10 points to someone's IQ when they hear an English accent. Fact.