It's hard to see how anyone can fail to care about innocent children and animals being blown up by landmines.

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.

I like to get on with people. I don't go around being nasty, but if someone crosses me, I can be horrible back.

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

Fluted sleeves or any sleeve that flares out before coming in again at the wrist are very feminine and a great way to distract from the dreaded 'bingo wings.'

Back in the '60s, there was a car sticker that read, 'Forget Oxfam, Feed Twiggy,' but I ate like a horse.

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