I was the youngest. The yule lamb. The one who always got away without doing the washing up. My sister was four years older, and my brother six years.

I had an older brother who passed away recently, an older sister and a younger brother.

I had people when I was younger trying to feel me up. Older men. I just told them to get lost.

I don't mind getting older. I'm enjoying not having that raging ambition I've had all my life.

The first-born in every family is always dreaming for an imaginary older brother or sister who will look out for them.

I was the youngest child and got a lot more freedom than my brother and sister. I used to wander, doing my own thing under the radar, but I didn't get in bad, bad trouble.