Losing friends is the worst thing about getting older.

I hate tight, tight stuff showing every line. I want to be sick when people are in Lycra.

Bad things happen. Cope!

On the street where I lived, they almost didn't know the word 'university,' and my mother was simply appalled when it was suggested to her that I was to go to a drama college.

Wheels come off? Get on with it. Cope. Survive.

I'm rarely wrong.