Hairdressers are a wonderful breed. You work one-on-one with another human being and the object is to make them feel so much better and to look at themselves with a twinkle in their eye.

For me the working of hair is architecture with a human element.

Women were going back to work, they were assuming their own power. They didn't have time to sit under the dryer.

I came home after a year and although my profession was only hairdressing, I knew I could change it.

When I was about 10 I ran away to see my father. He couldn't have cared less. He just took me back as soon as he could.

I was a bit of a rebel.

It's okay saying sorry, but when you are drunk you say what you really feel.