I am the world's worst diabetic.

Love is the only thing that keeps me sane.

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.

Yes, I hate it when people call me a 'national treasure'. It takes away your bite and makes you feel like a harmless old golden Labrador.

I married two weeks after my 18th birthday, far too young, and by the time I was 23 I was a single mother of three small children, Sean, Daniel and Victoria, living in a prefab house.

She liked people. Me, I can take them or leave them, but mostly leave them.

Most social problems could be helped or prevented if people had more money and practical advice.