I was very, very underdeveloped for my age, I hated what I looked like, so I thought everyone had gone stark raving mad.

What happened to me in the Sixties was so major and so worldwide and so huge, there's no way I can repeat it. But in a way, I had nothing to do with it, it just took me over. It was bizarre, it was weird, and I had no control over it. I don't think anyone could have planned what happened to me.

Always be natural. Putting on airs will make a giggle out of you. Be yourself and if you don't know something say so.

There's no need to dress like everyone else. It's much more fun to create your own look.

Sometimes I can't believe I'm going to be 60. I always say there's no point moaning about getting older, when there's nothing you can do about it. But still, I do find it quite funny. I look at that number, 60, and I think, really? Me?

You won't often find me in a pair of killer heels: my heel height doesn't rise above two and a half inches, as I would just fall over!

For me, getting older doesnt mean throwing away a favourite-coloured lipstick or a fabulous pair of boots; instead, its about harnessing all the great things I have learnt over the years about what does and doesnt suit me, and enjoying the way in which cleverly selected outfits can enhance the nice bits.