I never found anyone who was good enough, who I could trust enough.
I enjoyed sex and indulged in it when I fancied the men.
I took on the sins of everybody, of a generation, really.
Bill Astor knew these papers were missing. Stephen showed his hand in October.
We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave.
It's been a misery for me, living with Christine Keeler.