The amount of speculation surrounding my romantic life is astounding. It's strange how involved people get: invested and angry, really disappointed.

I don't normally look like a twig and I do eat like a pig but the weight has just dropped off me.

My parents were quite liberal with us, always encouraging us to be our own person and be creative.

I've had some real hair disasters.

The newspapers turn a blind eye to how they get their material as long as they have great photographs.

I felt like I was living in some sort of video game and people pre-empting every move I made, obviously as a result of accessing my private information.

I half-punched a paparazzo once. I've hit a few people.