Well it has been very exciting and very changing as well. Celebrating the 40th year and having the album out and the Channel 4 documentary and I resigned from Blind Date.

I humbly apologise for reality Television.

Turning 70 was a real shock. I thought, 'I'm on the last lap now.'

I've got lots of great friends in show business, and that's all they are. Great friends. I'll never marry again - what's the point? I had the best. I've got friends all over the world, and that's enough for me.

I wouldn't mind being a talent show judge if it didn't run for too long.

I never did acid, I am just so high anyway.

Its rock n' roll that has done my hearing in.

I was reading about an age pill that has been developed which they claim will make you live longer. That is not for me.

I've got a bike in the lounge that I watch Coronation Street on. I never had to watch my weight until I had the children, but with the bike, I'm fine.

I like being in charge of the remote control.

The nicest thing about coming of age is that I can do whatever I like.

It's hard to watch your life unfold, and sad. Life changes.

I'm apolitical. Where all that Conservative business came along from, I don't know.

The best advice he gave me was to carry on. It would have been difficult to set foot back inside a TV studio if I hadn't carried on - I don't know if I would have ever gone back in.

The first time I went to Abbey Road and put those headphones on, I discovered I had two voices. I no longer had to shout in the studio, but I can't knock the Cavern or the other clubs because they gave me my strong voice.

I tried never to take anything for granted.

If I can't eat the meal in a restaurant, and the waiter asks, 'Is everything all right, Madam?', I tell them that I'm on a diet.

'Blind Date' was my lifeline. It was 90 minutes when I could forget about everything, forget about the world.

I don't want to live beyond the age of 75. That would be a good point to bow out. I don't want to go on for ever.

I'm a Roman Catholic. Or was. I was brought up that way and used to say my prayers every night, but I don't pray to God any more. I might use the usual phrases I picked up from my parents, 'Oh, if God spares me next year...' or 'Please God...' but they're only phrases.

On my gravestone, I want 'Here lies the singer,' not 'Here lies the T.V. presenter'.

I've had days when I go in my bedroom for 24 hours at a time. I call them my Cilla Black days, and they're literally black days. It's like the old Boomtown Rats song 'I Don't Like Mondays.' You just want to shut the whole day down.

I am falling apart. My hand is falling apart. I can't shake hands. I had arthritis, and I had an operation for it.

I remember one day my son, our Robert, was looking at me on the settee and looking at me on the television, and then all of a sudden he said: 'Why don't you bring that pretty mummy home with you?' And I thought: 'Oh dear, I'm going to have to dress up at home now as well!'