I'm Very Jealous Of My

Well, I Really Don't Like Heights. I Don't Get On The Top Deck Of A Double-decker Because That's A Bit High For Me. I Always Feel That I'm Going To Hurl Myself Off, So Heights Are A Problem.

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.

I Think As Time Goes By You'll Get Female Comics Who Are Weirder - You'll Get A Female Mighty Boosh.

The Only Way To Go On Holiday Is With Your Expectations At Ground Level. Convince Yourself Before You Go That The Weather's Going To Be Dreadful And There Will Be Nylon Sheets. You'll Then Be Pleasantly Surprised.

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