Tonight I’d love for you all to imagine a world where you don’t have to fake it. Where you can stay true to yourself. Where you can say what you think without worrying about being judged. Where you can just…be. Call me naive, but thats a world I want to live in.

Oi, doll, ignore him,' said Sia, using a notebook to fan her face. 'Sweet lord, I'm like a human hot-water bottle wrapped in doona in front of a heater at the moment. And did I tell you about the constant farting?

Melons. The girls. Gazongas. I could rattle off every nickname in the world for my boobs – oops nearly forgot jubblies – but it didn’t change the fact they were small.

Being a writer is 1% inspiration, 50% perspiration and 49% explaining you're not a millionaire like J.K.Rowling.