I can't tan naturally.

I've never been prudish.

I don't think I'm successful.

I am best viewed from a distance.

Anyone who has dead straight hair wants curls.

Moderation is never something I've been good at.

I am best viewed from a distance... and at night.

I can't stand folk who are all snobby about reality TV.

I can eat a man, but I'm not sure of the fiber content.

Family is the one thing that is definitely not disposable.

I still can't set up the ironing-board. A complete Luddite.

Without fake tan I have the skin tones of a dead jellyfish.

Women are more emotional, and it's natural to talk about it.

I've got a hat face. My mother always said I've got a hat face

I've got a hat face. My mother always said I've got a hat face.

I have always had a need for attention but didn't plan to be a comic.

I know the new comedy god is surrealism, but it doesn't touch my heart.

I have a very solo career. I only write with people that I really adore.

My older sister is bossy, my brother is a stirrer and me - well, I am perfect!

I am very short-sighted, and if I don't like a situation I take my glasses off.

I might be needy, competitive and desperate but it's far better than being wet.

The comedy I like the best is comedy I can't do, stuff that doesn't touch my arena.

I prefer highs and lows to an even keel. Moderation is never something I've been good at.

I don't do marriage. I think it's incredibly naff. And I don't like vulgar displays of ostentation.

I think as time goes by you'll get female comics who are weirder - you'll get a female Mighty Boosh.

I think I might actually die of showing off. It'll be on my headstone - 'Cause of Death: Showing Off.'

I think my siblings sometimes have to defend me within their social circles - they are both barristers.

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.

I'm a schizophrenic mix of wannabe glamourpuss and absolute slob, and my style is very much magistrate-meets-barmaid.

I've got this horrible feeling that I'm one of those people who'll always have to flog their guts out to get anywhere.

I'm very jealous of my daughter's education. She's been inspired by her teachers, and nobody inspired me as a teenager.

A good fart joke makes me bawl with laughter, so will somebody farting. And the word 'poo.' You can't beat a good poo joke.

I love fashion, but I don't come from a background of loving clothes, and I remember feeling badly dressed from a young age.

I'm very bad at having heroes. I don't rate anyone particularly highly because I'm so snide and competitive and not very nice.

I am not sure gender ever won't be an issue in comedy, because I think that women do have different priorities in some respects.

I was trained as an actress. But I wasn't a very convincing actress, so I started doing punk poetry and then fell into doing stand-up.

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.

As a rule, wearing a bigger pair of jeans looks better than squishing yourself into a pair of jeans that used to fit before you gave up smoking.

As a five-year-old in Berlin in 1965, I didn't know that funny women existed. It wasn't until I got back to England that I realised women could be funny.

My daughter has always had a strong sense of her own identity. From the day she was born her father and I were in love with and in awe of her and still are.

People often ask why comedy is harder for women, and the reason is because a tampon will sometimes fall out when you're on stage. Blokes don't have that worry.

I'm the least spiritual person in the world. I can't even abide a smelly candle. I know it's meant to make me relax, and that immediately makes my hackles rise.

If I do go to the beach there have to be certain rules: it can't be a pebbly beach, there has to be some shade and there has to be a beach bar. I don't want to go off the beaten track.

What has happened to the good old-fashioned travel agent? I want to go to a really posh travel agent and have them organise everything for me. I don't want to do things on the Internet.

What has happened to the good old-fashioned travel agent? I want to go to a really posh travel agent and have them organize everything for me. I don't want to do things on the Internet.

Well, I'm not good with sliminess. I hate the thought of creatures that have slime on them or creatures that leave a slimy trail. At home, the sight of a slug can bring up my breakfast.

I've just got crap hair. Although I inherited a lot of stuff from my dad, including giant knees, I didn't get his good, thick hair. I got my mother's thin, wispy, non-event hair instead.

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.

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.

There should be more booing in shops and restaurants and places like that when when the service is bad. If you've had a poor breakfast in a hotel, you should put your knife and fork down and boo.

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