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.
Claudia Winkleman
I loved 'Life is Beautiful' and action films are great, like 'Die Hard.' My favourite is the mob film - 'Goodfellas,' 'The Godfather,' 'Once Upon a Time In America,' anything with Robert De Niro in it.
I make a good roast chicken.
I really like Jon Snow in quite an unhealthy way - he's got a jaunty tie and a fast brain.
If you meet a girl who says: 'Darling, what do you mean? Of course I wear suspenders. I've worn them all my life. I think tights are for old people,' then know this: she's desperate to have kids, she wants you and her to live in the same house as her mum, she never wants to go out and she just wants to lie on your chest for the next 15 years.
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.
My kids are the offspring of people who are doing reasonably well and live in the centre of London and the chances are they're going to turn out ghastly anyway. Who's to say they shouldn't have a walk-in wardrobe and possibly a stylist from the age of four?
The truth is that tights are just so cosy.
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.
On 'Richard And Judy' I dressed up as an orange for Fruit Awareness Week.
I always have eyeliner in the house. There might be no bread, we might be out of milk, but there's always eyeliner.
You've never met anyone who likes Christmas more than me. I go quite Liberace. My kids have all got stick-on antlers.
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 grew up not worrying about my looks.
Men fill up their heads and drawers and sheds with stuff from their teenage years.
I'd love to spend a month in China.
There's nothing quite as perfect as going to a dark room where you can eat fattening food next to the man you love. OK. All right. Like. The man you like.
I used to spend hours reading the Sunday papers, but then I had 900 children so I don't any more.
Forgetting stuff is just human, especially when other things are on our minds.
I avoid envy at all costs.
Sex and the City: The Movie' - a bit like the All Saints comeback, and the return of the Jammy Dodger, it feels a little staged and all wrong.
The only thing I'm obsessed with is sleeping. I'm really good at it and if I don't do it I'm horrible.
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.
Yes, of course I love little Sarah Jessica Parker. I love the fact that when she accepts awards, she thanks everyone she's ever met and inanimate objects that have 'been kind to her.' And I love the fact that she hasn't had a flesh-coloured mole removed from her forehead (I'm not making it up; have a closer look next time she's on the screen).
I am box-set girl; I buy into those big American series like 'The Sopranos' and 'Heroes.'
Now, like a lot of parents, I have to fight with myself every time I leave the house not to buy my children more stuff.
The only question a girl can ask herself when their husband chooses to see '27 Dresses' is this: What on earth has he done?
I was a sucker for glamorous women in shoulderpads eating fancy things like eggs benedict.
If you asked 100 women on the street who they'd like to be, I'm sure most of them would say Kirsty Wark or Germaine Greer. Yawn. Do me a favour - they're lying.
Weddings happen once. That's the point. They're a bluster of confetti and hope all wrapped up in sticky wedding cake and four-year-old girls in big dresses with massive bows.
I don't think I'd get employed if I did pastel eye and a side parting. People would say: 'Get someone else for the job!'
The reason why those female celebrities are always in filthy moods is not because they're being hounded by men with massive cameras or because Ridley Scott cancelled their film. They just want to get their hands on a cheeseburger.
I am allergic to fancy dress. This is actual fact.
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.
There is no film on the face of this earth that is as blatant a girl's film as '27 Dresses.'
There's no fun in relationships. OK - that's not strictly true. I will agree that the first bit can be not totally unpleasant. There's the initial meeting and the heart quickening and the stomach-churning excitement of it all.
I won a robotics championship when I was 13.
I have always been a little bit forgetful.
I couldn't tell you my wedding anniversary (although I seem to remember it was in June. Or maybe July. Definitely a month beginning with a 'J,' anyhow. But not January. Um. I think) and people I went to school with get extremely fed up with me when I bump into them in the street and have absolutely no recollection of their faces.
Left to their own devices, men would wear trainers with a pair of stonewashed jeans and would think nothing of throwing on a donkey jacket.
Men are, on the whole, born without any fashion sense whatsoever. I don't say this to be mean, but I'm just being honest.
If a straight man dresses well, chances are he's not straight.
Christmas is not a time for laughter. Christmas is a time for pain.
I just don't 'get' pets.
Now people who keep fish disturb me the most, if I'm totally honest. They always smell a bit like fish food and they know just a bit too much about eels.
Rodents are pests and not pets, and anything that manically runs around a wheel 24/7 and occasionally has 19 babies in the middle of the night should not be brought into the house.
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.
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.
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.
Be completely honest - have you ever met someone who you thought was truly clever or interesting or witty who wore fawn?
