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.

It's very hard to self-motivate without someone standing over you snarling, ready to hurl the chalk at your head at the slightest slackening.

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

Of course I'm naughty. I've always had to compete for attention, you see.

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.