Men, all men, were always trying to get hold of me, you know.

I took on the sins of everybody, of a generation, really.

One way of reading my life is that I have been in constant search for a father.

I enjoyed sex and indulged in it when I fancied the men.

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.

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.