If I ever married, I know I would dread the daily sound of the key in the door and the casual expectancy of 'Hello! I'm home!'

Anorexia taught me to love life and to realise that starving yourself to death is a bloody waste of time. It's awful, and it hurts so many people around you. It's a terribly selfish thing to do.

I know if I had the chance of going aboard the Titanic in those days, I would have gone – I know I would have. I adore going on the Queen Mary – I think it’s the only way to travel from New York.

I love Monet – I’ve nicknamed him King Blob. When you go up to the painting, it’s a series of blobs – amazing.

Anyone who goes on the stage is a show-off, aren’t they? Acting’s weird.

My mother Diana was a true-blue aristocrat, descended from William the Conqueror and listed in ‘Burke’s Peerage.’ My father David, from a poor Scottish family, was a doctor.

Mummy always wanted the five children, and she knew she couldn’t look after them all because she was this absolutely glorious woman who loved going to parties and going to the races, and she just didn’t have time.

I watch people from the top of buses who don’t know they’re being watched. It’s quite fascinating.

I would do nearly anything for a laugh, to tell the truth. And I’m a particular favourite with young men with earrings.

I’ve had to spend an awful lot of my life trying to pretend I’m not posh. Although once I open my mouth, I rather let things out the bag.