All of a sudden I found myself with the reputation of being a swinger and a home-wrecker. Beverly Hills wives were supposed to live in fear in case I cast my green orbs in the direction of their men. Ninety-nine per cent of this was total fabrication.

I don't buy into you're on the slag heap when you're 40 or 50 or 60 or 70 or whatever.

So-called designer bags are useless, and most are also ugly, faddish and overpriced. Pared down and sleek is always best.

Of course it's true: the public want to see young people - young people are the people who go to the cinema. It's a sad fact of life, but you've got to accept it and not whine about it.

Yes, I remember the bombings. Yes, I remember, because - yes, I remember being in air raid shelters. Even though I was evacuated because I was very young, I remember being in air raid shelters and the tremendous feeling of compatibility with everybody.

Age is just a number. It's totally irrelevant unless, of course, you happen to be a bottle of wine.

I've never yet met a man who could look after me. I don't need a husband. What I need is a wife.