We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave.
The fathers, if they got me alone, would try to kiss and fondle me. I hated it.
However I dress it up, I was a spy and I am not proud of it.
One way of reading my life is that I have been in constant search for a father.
It's been a misery for me, living with Christine Keeler.
They wanted to hear about the sex, of course. But not the rest; no one wanted to hear the rest.