I Don't Think I'm Successful.

I'm A Schizophrenic Mix Of Wannabe Glamourpuss And Absolute Slob, And My Style Is Very Much Magistrate-meets-barmaid.

If I Do Go To The Beach There Have To Be Certain Rules: It Can't Be A Pebbly Beach, There Has To Be Some Shade And There Has To Be A Beach Bar. I Don't Want To Go Off The Beaten Track.

I Love Fashion, But I Don't Come From A Background Of Loving Clothes, And I Remember Feeling Badly Dressed From A Young Age.

I Know The New Comedy God Is Surrealism, But It Doesn't Touch My Heart.

I've Never Been Prudish.