I Can't Tan Naturally.

My Daughter Has Always Had A Strong Sense Of Her Own Identity. From The Day She Was Born Her Father And I Were In Love With And In Awe Of Her And Still Are.

I've Just Got Crap Hair. Although I Inherited A Lot Of Stuff From My Dad, Including Giant Knees, I Didn't Get His Good, Thick Hair. I Got My Mother's Thin, Wispy, Non-event Hair Instead.

My Older Sister Is Bossy, My Brother Is A Stirrer And Me - Well, I Am Perfect!

I Admire The Elsie Tanners And Barbara Windsors Of The World: People Who Have Crawled Back From The Abyss. I'm Quite Camp In That Respect.

I Wouldn't Say I Was Grumpy. It's More Pathological - I Have Seismic Tantrums. I Get Red In The Face And Cry At Least Three Times A Week, And I Have To Lie Down And Have A Nap Afterwards.