Men, all men, were always trying to get hold of me, you know.
I like to think that people live on in other people's memories.
If I don't tell it all now, the story in the history books will always be imperfect and that would be wrong.
It's been a misery for me, living with Christine Keeler.
As a little girl I used to daydream about my real father coming on a white horse to rescue me.
I took on the sins of everybody, of a generation, really.