Some of us have tough lives and find chocolate is a comfort and a friend. And some of us prefer a night on the sofa with Ant & Dec to hitting the gym. But whatever your excuse - and there is always an excuse - we are a nation of fatties.
I love being on Aussie breakfast TV. They like people who speak their mind and tell it like it is.
Being nice can make you feel very happy.
If I was fat and had a strong regional accent and was a bloke, I'd be a stand-up. Because I think I'm funny.
Brits have a peculiar sense of humour. I love it.
I spend a fair amount of time chatting to black cab drivers in London.
I've always said when age or infirmity gets the better of me, I'm off to whichever civilised country lets the elderly die with dignity.
Lots of people ask me, 'What do you do?' Apparently, being a columnist, TV bird, all-round good egg, mother of three, and wife of one is not sufficient for them.
Cancer is a cruel killer. It creeps up on us when we aren't expecting it. But cake is not cancer. A doughnut does not creep up on you.
When the only thing you look forward to in life is lunch, you know you have had your just desserts, and it is time to call it a day.
We may think we live in a digital age. But there are some things technology will never replace.
I hate cars that much, I don't even own one. The last one I bought was a Honda CR-V which I didn't even take for a test drive because I was so disinterested. But I love 'Top Gear.'
In our private lives, we hate saying sorry. I would rather saute my eyeballs in butter than admit I am wrong to my husband.
Fresh air and exercise. That's all you need to stay slim and feel better about life.
If you do a good deed, don't expect anything back - the other person can still be a complete git.
There will come a day when someone calls to tell me my column's been binned, and that will be a really hard day, and I've already got it set up so that they'll ring someone else first - because I don't want to be given that news when I'm walking down the street, because it will be really heartbreaking.
Living in the 'Big Brother' house is a bit like living in hell. Only hotter.
Clear rules provide huge amounts of freedom: freedom to be safe and freedom to work efficiently because things are in order.
I will call out the lazy, the idle, and the ignorant. I will support the hard working, the industrious, and the law.
Anything that needs to be labelled 'The Entertainment' usually isn't - especially when it is provided by the endlessly enthusiastic Joel or Nadia wearing trainers and a whistle.