Why am I not just some old woman ranting in a room? I think because what I say connects with people's truths.

I spend a fair amount of time chatting to black cab drivers in London.

Sending a text and not having to talk takes the pressure off. You are always in control of digital conversations.

Clearly, children need to be aware of the news and current affairs. I buy my own children a children's newspaper so they can form their own views.

Corbyn has reignited Labour.

As parenting goes, knowing the whereabouts of one's children is pretty fundamental.

We may think we live in a digital age. But there are some things technology will never replace.

As much as I love a smart kid who can spell nicely, I love a giggling kid wrapped in loo roll pretending to be a mummy even more.

If you teach a child that appearance doesn't matter, what will be the next thing that child asserts her individuality over? Turning up on time? Turning up at all?

Those that preach tolerance have become absolutely prescriptive in what's allowed to be thought.

When you own a car, you want to keep it looking good, maybe even give it a wash once a week. When you own a house, you try to keep it maintained and don't let the rot set in. When we own something, we look after it. We need to make the same choices with our bodies.

Clear rules provide huge amounts of freedom: freedom to be safe and freedom to work efficiently because things are in order.

Nothing makes me want to scream louder than oldies doddering on to a train at a slow shuffle when the rest of us are just trying to get on with our day.

There are important rules in life - like not parking on yellow lines or stealing from your neighbour. But some rules are made to be broken.

Scarcity is a good sales tactic if you are selling something people want.

I am delighted to be named Troll Of The Year 2013 by 'The Guardian' - a paper read by people called Theo and women called Polly with body issues.

In our private lives, we hate saying sorry. I would rather saute my eyeballs in butter than admit I am wrong to my husband.

I've said in the past that if I were Prime Minister, I would ban obesity.

Call me old-fashioned, but armpit hair is not high up there on my wish list of things to have.

As I often lecture businesses, it is not the email you send which matters, but how people feel when they read it.

The BBC has a strict policy of having Clare Balding present everything.

Brits have a peculiar sense of humour. I love it.

You need to think about how you will pay for children before you have them.

Cancer is a cruel killer. It creeps up on us when we aren't expecting it. But cake is not cancer. A doughnut does not creep up on you.

Michelle Visage rocks.

The opinion that Trump equals hate is not a fact. It is a view.

Imams seldom condemn terror. And in their silence, in the void, acceptance - encouragement even - is assumed.

Women are a strange thing. Like watches, houses, and cars, you really only need one at any moment in your life (French men disagree).

Work is hard, and jobs can be dull. But you can't just take a holiday when you feel like it. You turn up because it is the right thing to do.

Typically, housewives and working mums hate each other like dogs fighting for a bone.

Stay-at-home mums love working mums to feel guilty. They sacrificed everything for their children.

Once you have conquered your profession and are standing at the summit, it is all very well to look back down the slope and indulge yourself with regrets.

Women simply cannot stay home and get to the top at work.

When the only thing you look forward to in life is lunch, you know you have had your just desserts, and it is time to call it a day.

I am very good at being told off and rather enjoy it.

While Corbyn would not enjoy the comparison, he and Farage are the same beast - with very different heads.

Some of us have tough lives and find chocolate is a comfort and a friend. And some of us prefer a night on the sofa with Ant & Dec to hitting the gym. But whatever your excuse - and there is always an excuse - we are a nation of fatties.

My mother says ladies perspire and men sweat. Clearly, I am more of a man.

Ladies, I urge you never to buy a black bathroom suite. 'CBB' decided this would be glamorous. 'CBB' was wrong.

I celebrate those who wear their red poppies with pride.

I love being on Aussie breakfast TV. They like people who speak their mind and tell it like it is.

There are times this stony heart of mine feels a burst of British pride.

Scratch below the surface, and you will find I am a patriotic little thing, desperately proud to be part of this island nation.

The great thing about letting people be true to themselves is they often do very good things indeed.

If anyone is on my husband's arm, it's going to be me.

If you are confiding in someone, it needs to be the woman in your life. If that woman is your mother, you may as well scuttle back under her petticoats and let the real women in pencil skirts and tortuous heels get on with the job of husband-hunting.

The more crap you have had to deal with in your life, the better you are at handling 'Big Brother.'

I hate cars that much, I don't even own one. The last one I bought was a Honda CR-V which I didn't even take for a test drive because I was so disinterested. But I love 'Top Gear.'

Should people working in our country speak English? Yes, they should.

Most wives look at me the way lame deer look at a hungry lion.