“I have to have my curling tong with me at all times.” — Angela Rippon Quote

I have to have my curling tong with me at all times.

I stopped dancing when I was 17, but like all little girls I wanted to be a ballerina.

Clearly, I'm a journalist.

I grew up playing amid the rubble - a real-life adventure playground. We used to build dolls' houses out of bricks from the demolished houses.

There are lots of us mature people out there, learning to ski or travelling or salsa dancing, and quite right too.

But here's the deal: If I were smart, I could figure out curling. If I were even smarter, I could figure out why people would actually watch other people doing it. I have tried. I can't. I can't even figure out the object of the game. Is it like darts? I just don't get it.

There's nothing better than curling up with a good book and sitting in front of the fire on winter evenings.

My idea of hell is to sit with a pair of curling tongs or have my hair blow-dried: I fidget like a 12-year-old boy.

What's not to like about a curling iron that does all the work itself?

The dullest Olympic sport is curling, whatever 'curling' means.