My ultimate fantasy is to entice a man to my bedroom, put a gun to his head and say, 'Make babies or die'.

I knew nothing about football, then someone showed me a film of Petit and I realised how interesting the game could be. He is divine. When I met him I could barely speak, he was so gorgeous. Women will love that show.

By the time dessert arrives I am usually so drunk, I can't remember what I'm serving.

I've told so many lies about my age I don't know how old I am myself.

[With depression] you get a real sense of shame, because your friends go, 'Oh come on, show me the lump, show me the x-rays,' and of course you've got nothing to show.

Like any working mother I find it hard to have a social life. But my kids are so well adjusted. There isn't a brat bone in their body so I haven't done anything that bad.

Thoughts aren't fact, so don't take them seriously