I think we take it for granted that if you are with your husband after 30 years, then he is the love of your life.

I think we take it for granted that if you are with your husband after 30 years, then he is the love of your life.

Now I know I am an intellectual. I saw Malcolm Muggeridge on the television last night, and I understood nearly every word. It all adds up. A bad home, poor diet, not liking punk. I think I will join the library and see what happens.

I am from the working class. I am now what I was then. No amount of balsamic vinegar and Prada handbags could make me forget what it was like to be poor.

I'm spectacularly disorganised. I wrote my latest book in seven different notebooks scattered throughout my house.

Love is the only thing that keeps me sane.

My skin is dead good. I think it must be a combination of being in love and Lucozade.