Its quite confusing being one of the less wealthy people at a posh place.

When I'm a brunette, it's four times harder to hail a taxi. Then I go blonde again, and suddenly there are taxis everywhere.

I once had a friend who did the hair for sci-fi movies, and after a particularly bad break-up I stupidly went to her salon and told her she could do anything she liked. She dyed the bottom cherry red and the top peroxide blonde.

My mum's from Yorkshire and my parents aren't snotty or posh - they're very hard workers, both of them.

I tell people that I'm a Christian, but I don't think it's giving an insight into who I am or what I'm about.

I'm a big fan of community, and I think independence is over-rated.

The children break all my jewelry, so everything I wear is cheap - from Topshop or Dorothy Perkins.