We used to wash our hair in buckets and survive on toasted sandwiches, chocolates and soup.

When our forefathers put down roots in desolate places, the thing that allowed them to survive was that they had a faith to see them through the tough times.

I couldn't put up with the endless make-up sessions.

Now I am an old hag, I get to play much more interesting characters.

It's a myth that you have to wash your hair all the time.

You make the beds, you wash the dishes, and six months later you have to start all over again