France has been very good for me. It has given me a very worldly-cool attitude.
My father belonged to a commune, and the food was ghastly. My idea of food hell is the salad cream they'd pour all over bits of lettuce, cucumber and tomato. It was just disgusting.
I have to watch out for being lazy.
I don't talk about my private life.
I shoot my big mouth off; it just pops up! I have to learn to edit myself.
I haven't got purity, and I don't think I ever did. I have always been, even as a child, a very decadent little person.