I like to think that people live on in other people's memories.
I have survived and possibly I should not hope for more than that.
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.
They wanted to hear about the sex, of course. But not the rest; no one wanted to hear the rest.
I took on the sins of everybody, of a generation, really.
It's been a misery for me, living with Christine Keeler.