Men, all men, were always trying to get hold of me, you know.
It's been a misery for me, living with Christine Keeler.
If I don't tell it all now, the story in the history books will always be imperfect and that would be wrong.
I enjoyed sex and indulged in it when I fancied the men.
I took on the sins of everybody, of a generation, really.
I never found anyone who was good enough, who I could trust enough.