I was often very, incredibly naughty, and if I didn't come home at tea time I used to be sent to bed without any dinner. But people used to bring me things: I was better fed in bed.

I had a place in England and was commuting from England to Australia, which is pretty stupid, but after two years I sort of knew what I wanted to do, more or less.

My mother felt it was time that I had some parental control, so I went off to America and went to New York.

I learnt the theory of movement, which I still teach sometimes. I was very, very ambitious to learn a skill.

I didn't know what to do with myself. I wasn't excited by the teaching of the school. If they'd been intent on really teaching you things, I would have been a little more attentive.

If you've got a lot of children, I think you let the other children bring them up more and you just sort of step in and do stuff like every now and again.

Both my parents were doctors, and my mother had her surgery in the house. There were six children.