I admit to spending a fortune on women, booze and gambling... the rest I spend foolishly.

My parents never understood me; they were Japanese.

She had been married so often she bought a drip-dry wedding dress.

My father was from Aberdeen, and a more generous man you couldn't wish to meet. I have a gold watch that belonged to him. He sold it to me on his deathbed. I wrote him a cheque for it, post dated of course.

We were so poor; the ultimate luxury in our house at the time was ashtrays without advertisements.

A luxury meal was prairie sandwiches - two slices of bread with wide-open spaces between them.

My mother was so house proud that when my father got up to sleepwalk she had the bed made by the time he got back.