Our parents provided us with the essentials, then got on with their own lives. Which makes me realise that my parents were brilliant, not for what they did, but more for what they didn't do.

Our parents were just brilliant parents who encouraged us to do whatever we wanted to do.

If there's anything worse than being 16, it's having parents visibly reliving their own teenage years in your anguished presence.

Being blonde, for me, means never having to say: 'I'll have the honey-striped half-head of highlights for £200,' to a bored colourist in a Mayfair salon, which is much more satisfying, not to mention cheap.

Of one thing there is no doubt: if Paris makes demands of the heart, then Munich makes demands of the stomach.

Seeing my parents makes me realise that life is not a fairy tale.