What would you do if you found a £50 note lying on the pavement? Keep it, or hand it in?
It would depend where it had dropped. If I could see where it was supposed to be, then I’d hand it in. But if it was just lying on the pavement… and I’d waved it a bit to see if it caught anyone’s attention and nobody said anything, then I’d keep it.
If you found your best friend’s / partner’s diary, would you read it?
Oh, probably! I wouldn’t tell anybody but out of curiosity I’d glance through it, yes…
Imagine you have to sit an exam and a couple of days beforehand, you come across a copy of the exam paper. Do you look at it?
Oh yes! Absolutely! No doubt. If I could have got hold of something that could have got me through any exam at school, I’d have done anything! I’d have slept with the headteacher.
You’re having a dinner party and have spent hours cooking a fantastic meal. But just as you’re taking the main course out of the oven, you drop it on the floor. If you just pick it up and put it back in the dish, nobody will notice… do you serve it to your guests or do you come clean and order a takeaway?
Oh, I’d pick it back up off the floor, get it back in the dish and serve it, definitely. No doubt. And anyway, with my cooking, you wouldn’t have noticed the difference…
You’re out shopping with a friend and they ask you what you think of a particular outfit. Your friend looks great in it but so would you – it’s exactly what you’ve been looking for. Do you dissuade them from buying it so you can sneak back later and get it for yourself?
It would depend which friend it was. Sometimes I wouldn’t and sometimes I would. I think with clothes, I do have a tendency to want to get things my way.
When was the last time you got drunk?
The night before last. Very recently. I had a quite a lot. I had a terrible hangover at Christmas a few years ago. I had a disgraceful night out and it was great, but the next day we had to go to Harrods to pick up some fish and I had such a dreadful hangover. I had to buy a present for someone, and I was standing in a queue for what I thought was to pay, but it wasn’t. It was the queue for Father Christmas’ grotto. I nearly finished up going in and sitting on his knee. I wouldn’t have noticed. Someone said ‘Excuse me, but where’s your child?’ and I was saying ‘What child? I haven’t got a child…’
What were you like at school – teacher’s pet or constantly in detention?
I was always in detention. I left owing about a thousand years’ detention, I was expelled from both of my secondary schools, and I would have been expelled from my junior school if they could have thought of a way.