Blakes Hotel in South Kensington was a particular favourite of mine during what I affectionately think of as my Restless Years.

Presley sounded like Jayne Mansfield looked - blowsy and loud and low.

I've never been nostalgic, personally or politically - if the past was so great, how come it's history?

People - and I include myself - get fat because they choose pleasure over self-denial.

Here in Barcelona, it's the architects who built the buildings that made the city iconic who are the objects of admiration - not a bunch of half-witted monarchs.

Having 'best friends' is - at least for me - as outdated and small-minded a concept as the idea of 'Sunday best clothes.'

I almost choke on my popcorn when I hear film stars, who walk on red carpets as much as the rest of us do on zebra crossings, criticising youngsters who crave fame.