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!

At sixteen, I was a funny, skinny little thing, all eyelashes and legs. And then, suddenly people told me it was gorgeous. I thought they had gone mad.

If I want to calm down, I'll buy some fabric, get a pattern, shut myself in a room and stay there for days, really happy. And at the end of it, you get a bedspread or some curtains or something to wear - it's lovely.

Life is about making choices: you can either spend three quid on a glossy magazine or you can spend it clearing three square metres of minefield and help give people their lives back. As simple as that.

I've always loved life, and I've never known what's ahead. I love not knowing what might be round the corner. I love serendipity.

The sixties were a time when ordinary people could do extraordinary things . . . !

Ageing doesn't mean giving up on style and individuality; it doesn't mean abandoning fashion and living in comfy slippers and flannel knickers.