Yes, I remember the bombings. Yes, I remember, because - yes, I remember being in air raid shelters. Even though I was evacuated because I was very young, I remember being in air raid shelters and the tremendous feeling of compatibility with everybody.

From the age of 17 I was a pin-up girl. I did it for 30 years and, quite frankly, it gets a bit boring.

I've never yet met a man who could look after me. I don't need a husband. What I need is a wife.

I don't buy into you're on the slag heap when you're 40 or 50 or 60 or 70 or whatever.

I really feel now like a native New Yorker. And I'm very happy here.

The cosmetics industry has much to answer for. It's a multi-million- pound confidence trick based on giving women endless hope, courtesy of overpriced little pots.

I was voted the most beautiful girl in the world in 1958, and courted by every young, available man in Los Angeles, most of whom I didn't go out with, by the way.