However I dress it up, I was a spy and I am not proud of it.
As a little girl I used to daydream about my real father coming on a white horse to rescue me.
Men, all men, were always trying to get hold of me, you know.
It's been a misery for me, living with Christine Keeler.
Even a criminal has the right to a new life, but they made sure I did not have that. They just didn't stop calling me a prostitute for ever and ever and ever and ever.
One way of reading my life is that I have been in constant search for a father.