I think that the best way to explain that is that my mother gave me all the color and character and flare and liveliness and my father gave me all the sanity and nature and all the things that helped me be a more rounded human being.

It was like there was a pile of kindling that was in the back of my imagination just waiting there. Once I lit it it just flared up and I kept getting ideas and ideas.

Watching a peaceful death of a human being reminds us of a falling star one of a million lights in a vast sky that flares up for a brief moment only to disappear into the endless night forever.

After graduating from flares and platforms in the early 1970s I started drama school wearing a pair of khaki dungarees with one of my Dad's Army shirts accessorised by a cat's basket doubling as a handbag. Very Lady Gaga.

Why do only boys get to chase? Nuh-uh! If anything I think this whole sitting back and waiting thing can be self-sabotaging. We have to send up flares. We have to let guys know we're open for business.