Stockings are tricky for girls - you worry about them falling down all night and the idea that you dress up at 7pm so that your boyfriend can get excited about six hours later is just too much effort.

Things I am allergic to: people who believe in star signs and think nothing of starting a conversation with: 'Hi, my name's Lucy. I'm a Sagittarius;' rodents (apart from miniature hamsters, which are not in fact rodents but small, breathing, brown balls of cotton wool); and people who go to the gym.

There's no doubt a bit of chicken in a creamy mushroom sauce with a side order of garlic mash will put a smile on your face.

I really like Jon Snow in quite an unhealthy way - he's got a jaunty tie and a fast brain.

You've never met anyone who likes Christmas more than me. I go quite Liberace. My kids have all got stick-on antlers.

Men fill up their heads and drawers and sheds with stuff from their teenage years.

Being hummed at by someone with magic hands while they knead your neck is good for the soul, but it won't make you giggle for days afterwards. In fact, the second the smiley therapist stops and says, 'You can put your robe on now, the hour is up,' the joy and wonder sort of leaves the room.

I've never felt the need to show that I am either clever or tall because I'm not.

I don't work very hard. I dye myself orange and I read out loud in the months from September to December when 'Strictly' is on.