Claudia Winkleman

I've never knowingly taken my make-up off. The stuff you see me in I first put on in the 70s.

My twenties were painful. You had to go out to nightclubs. I love not having to pretend to enjoy those things anymore.

Facebook it turns out, is like MySpace but it's not scary. There aren't a lot of angry looking people with nose rings and um, issues.

I prefer to stick to my old-lady goth/Steve Tyler look. I've found my look - white lipstick, black eyeliner, black clothes.

I don't want to be doing anything else, I just want to be with my family.

When you're down and have just split up from your partner everyone says you have to move forward. 'Get on with your life,' 'It's time to meet someone new,' and 'Don't think about the past' are phrases you'll hear for at least six months after the horrible event.

A dark room with some low-level whale music and a flat bed and a woman pulling your shoulder back and forth is a happy place.

I think I was born aged about 86.

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.

If I could grow my fringe down to my shoulders to cover my entire face and occasionally peer out to answer questions I would. It's my beauty security blanket.

All my life, I have avoided any sort of exercise. I don't enjoy sweating and I think people who show off about having just done 20 press-ups are pretty weird.

I don't like anything too perfect, or anyone who looks like they have just stepped out of a salon; that's not for me.

I am allergic to sweating. Seriously I get in shape by lying down.

Jane Austen is one of my all-time favourites.

I love skiing. What on earth have I been doing on a beach all this time? I mean, that's for morons - you can get sunburn and really damage yourself.

I'd take Tom Hollander over Brad Pitt any day.

Who actually enjoys skiing? Come on, even Olympic ski masters, even James Bond, think that dressing up in all that fluorescent, insulated kit and having to manoeuvre down a mountain in the freezing cold is no way to spend leisure time.

I find it alarming that people are so convinced they're the best at anything - presenting, hairdressing, getting dressed.

Be completely honest - have you ever met someone who you thought was truly clever or interesting or witty who wore fawn?

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