I think the relation between the monarchy and the press is very much a two-way street.

I remember a moment when the Prince went back to his old school, Grammar School in Melbourne, and slightly to his horror his old music teacher produced a cello.

What was funny if you were there is that we were all immensely sophisticated people who knew exactly what she was going to say and we're chatting away, nice to see you.

I mean Buckingham Palace has never hired a professional public relations outfit let alone a Madison Avenue type and they would throw up their hands in horror at the very idea.

The winner is not the player who wins the most pots. The winner is the player who wins the most money.

Thatcher came under pressure from right wing backbenchers to shut up the Prince of Wales and there was a deal done between them where he did actually shut up in the end.

The good news is that in every deck of fifty-two cards there are 2,598,960 possible hands. The bad news is that you are only going to be dealt one of them.

When the magistrate says 'That's not a good enough reason my man.' He said 'Excuse me, could I ask you? Have you taken an oath of allegiance to the Monarch?'

I think her friends were worried that the bulimia might come back, about some psychological slide, and she was given breathing space to some extent by the media as much as she ever has been.

What it was at the time was literally a plea for, to get the pressure off for a while, to give her space to breathe. She was very unhappy. She was feeling pretty claustrophobic.

The architect, Peter Arens who is the monstrous carbuncle architect, not merely did his design which had won a public competition never get built but his practice suffered financially for some years.

We were not actually famous, I have to add. People were just drunk.

POLITICIAN, n. An eel in the fundamental mud upon which the superstructure of organized society is reared. When he wriggles, he mistakes the agitation of his tail for the trembling of the edifice.

As a rule, my focus is on classical music, but I love jazz. I love everything, actually.

A lot of problems in the world would be solved if we talked to each other instead of about each other.

I can understand wanting to be invisible and mistrusting people and wanting to understand everything before you engage with the world.

I suspect music is auditory cheesecake, an exquisite confection crafted to tickle the sensitive spots of... our mental faculties.

I started out as a dancer as a kid; I've been dancing since I was 4. So performing was always part of what I was.

Sometimes you lose sight of what's going on around you.

Set a strong guard about thy outward senses: these are Satan's landing places, especially the eye and the ear.

The Goddess is Alive. Magic is afoot.