The sad truth is that most of my husbands turned out to be convincing liars.

I was voted the most beautiful girl in the world in 1958, and courted by every young, available man in Los Angeles, most of whom I didn't go out with, by the way.

I'm a bit shy, I suppose, and a bit lazy.

There are some brilliant designers but their clothes only really suit 6 foot 20-year-olds.

I'm older than my sister so I started writing first. I started writing at school. I was always top of my class in composition, essays, English Lit and all of that.

My grandmother spoiled my father rotten and he grew up expecting women to do whatever he wanted. When he married my beautiful mother, Elsa, he expected her to give up her career as a champion ballroom dancer and become a good wife and mother, which she dutifully did.

The body is like a car: the older you become the more care you have to take care of it - and you don't leave a Ferrari out in the sun.