Jenny Eclair

I think as time goes by you'll get female comics who are weirder - you'll get a female Mighty Boosh.

I have a very solo career. I only write with people that I really adore.

I admire the Elsie Tanners and Barbara Windsors of the world: people who have crawled back from the abyss. I'm quite camp in that respect.

There should be more booing in shops and restaurants and places like that when when the service is bad. If you've had a poor breakfast in a hotel, you should put your knife and fork down and boo.

I wouldn't say I was grumpy. It's more pathological - I have seismic tantrums. I get red in the face and cry at least three times a week, and I have to lie down and have a nap afterwards.

I'm a schizophrenic mix of wannabe glamourpuss and absolute slob, and my style is very much magistrate-meets-barmaid.

For me, being a woman suits what I want to talk about and what my audience wants to hear. Maybe I'm a dying breed.

I don't think I'm successful.

I've just got crap hair. Although I inherited a lot of stuff from my dad, including giant knees, I didn't get his good, thick hair. I got my mother's thin, wispy, non-event hair instead.

I might be needy, competitive and desperate but it's far better than being wet.

I love fashion, but I don't come from a background of loving clothes, and I remember feeling badly dressed from a young age.

My daughter has always had a strong sense of her own identity. From the day she was born her father and I were in love with and in awe of her and still are.