I don't know anyone, from any class, who's had a perfectly easy life. I've met people born into wealthy families who feel like they didn't have much emotional support, and people who come from working-class families who had loads of love but no money.

I feel quite fearless protecting the people I love.

Dressing up is like therapy; I feel better in myself when I've made an effort.

I was mainly raised by a working mum who didn't have much time or inclination for making food. So I had three or four basic meals: fish fingers and a tomato; a packet scotch egg and a tomato; pasta with a tin of tomatoes; and extra mild plastic-y cheddar chopped into cubes with bits of cucumber.

We come from a tough, working class background, so we're very tight.

None of us are rich. It's not like we're some upper class people coming in and helping the poor. We're poor too.