I went on a private jet with David Hasselhoff, and it was so turbulent between LA and Vegas I thought it was going down. I also thought: “The headline won’t be about me; it will be: David Hasselhoff and friend.”

I had a bad heart attack 20 years ago: I think I slid off the mortal coil for about 30 seconds.

I think I had a close shave with the taxi driver John Worboys. I was in Soho and going back to Chiswick where I lived, and I got a black cab. This guy wouldn’t stop talking and he offered me champagne, and I said: “I don’t like champagne.” It went a bit quiet and I thought I’d offended him. Then I remember going: “Hang on a minute, you shouldn’t be drinking champagne if you’re driving.” And he said: “I’ve just won the lottery and I’m finished after this.” I had a lucky escape.

Last year when I had a pulmonary embolism – it was a very scary time.

Dancing was in my bones from when I started ballet at two.

I would be much more available for my brother when he was not well and try to understand more about mental health, which I didn’t know anything about at the time.

People close to me throwing me under a bus for a crust.

Getting the job on Strictly at the age of 56.

When I found out that I was having my baby. They told me I was having a little girl and I named it Elizabeth. Then, when the baby was born it was my beautiful boy, Mark.

We’ve Only Just Begun by The Carpenters.