Without my Johnson trademark mop of yellow hair, I think I would be nothing.
The Lady' is a piddling little magazine that no one cares about or buys.
Of course I'm naughty. I've always had to compete for attention, you see.
There was a time when no difficult subjects were ever aired in the 'Lady', and sadly, life isn't like that.
Of one thing there is no doubt: if Paris makes demands of the heart, then Munich makes demands of the stomach.
I'm worried about looking like a bad person when, in fact, I try to be a good person. I don't like the public image that I've been dressed with and it worries me.