When I was 18, my mum gave me all the clothes she'd had made at the famous haute couture fashion label, House of Worth, in Paris. Of course, I eventually trashed them all.

I'd love to say fashion faux pas differ from country to country, but they don't.

To me, it is like a diabetic with insulin. If that diabetic stops taking insulin, they will die, and I believe that if I don't follow the 12-step programme, I will regress, and that could eventually be the death of me.

I can't remember a time when I didn't love fashion. As a child, I was always particular about what I'd wear. I remember feeling most aggrieved that I had to put on a dull uniform to go to boarding school.

English women would rather go out and buy a washing machine than shop for clothes.

I'm very conscious about putting good food into my body. Years ago, I went to see an amazing healer called Allah, who could read your body. She told me that I can't absorb vitamins very well, and I have to eat the right things to get my vitamins. I've always remembered that.