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'm quite subdued, believe it or not. I switch it on for the camera.
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.
But reality television is here to stay.
On my gravestone, I want 'Here lies the singer,' not 'Here lies the T.V. presenter'.
When I was put up in posh hotels, I thought it was wonderful.
