I'm feeling incredibly Botox-tempted as my face collapses around my shoulders.
My mum's from Yorkshire and my parents aren't snotty or posh - they're very hard workers, both of them.
The only way I'll ever run a marathon is if I'm involved in the administration.
I think everyone is forgetting what plastic surgery is for - if you have a face-eating tumour, lose a breast or are involved in a car accident, then it's a good idea.
I truly would love to be a designer-label girl, but I am very much High Street.
When I write, I create really absurd situations which become false because I am after the joke.