I am extremely content in my life – sometimes to the point where I really should find something to moan about!

Ever since I can remember feeling love for my parents, I’ve been frightened of losing them.

I love a bit of glamour – who doesn’t? – but I probably wouldn’t be able to pull it off.

I’m not much of a baby freak – I like them when they’re older.

I think it’s healthy to be insecure, to have nerves.

My dad’s so likeable, you wouldn’t feel in competition with him. If any boyfriends have ever felt that, they’re long gone.

Actors think they’re far more important than they are, and that can only lead to hurt. People with colossal self-importance have very far to fall.

It distresses me when I take my seven-year-old nephew out. I cook healthy food, and he wants to go to McDonald’s. He doesn’t even like the food; he just wants the toys, the Happy Meals. I can’t stand to see people walking down the street eating fast food.

It’s very hard to dramatise something factual and not make it look overdone, but also not to make it look so under-dramatised that it’s dull.

I wouldn’t miss the fame. I don’t go out hunting for it. I try to avoid it and to slip into the background wherever I go.