I Love Fashion, But I Don't Come

For Me, Being A Woman Suits What I Want To Talk About And What My Audience Wants To Hear. Maybe I'm A Dying Breed.

After Graduating From Flares And Platforms In The Early 1970s, I Started Drama School Wearing A Pair Of Khaki Dungarees With One Of My Dad's Army Shirts, Accessorised By A Cat's Basket Doubling As A Handbag. Very Lady Gaga.

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 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 Can Eat A Man, But I'm Not Sure Of The Fiber Content.