I want 'The Lady' magazine to be restored to its traditional place in the pantheon of weekly magazines.

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

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.

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.

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

People always say theres no such thing as bad publicity, and you always think theyre right, because it seems self-evident: nobodys going to buy a magazine that nobody ever talks about, so people should want to buy a magazine that everybodys talking about.

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