Of Course I'm Naughty. I've

Without My Johnson Trademark Mop Of Yellow Hair, I Think I Would Be Nothing.

Of Course I'm Naughty. I've Always Had To Compete For Attention, You See.

Being Blonde, For Me, Means Never Having To Say: 'i'll Have The Honey-striped Half-head Of Highlights For £200,' To A Bored Colourist In A Mayfair Salon, Which Is Much More Satisfying, Not To Mention Cheap.

It's Very Hard To Self-motivate Without Someone Standing Over You Snarling, Ready To Hurl The Chalk At Your Head At The Slightest Slackening.

I Don't Mind Being Called Snobbish, A Pain And A Social Climber, But Being Called Unkind Really Hurts.