Oh, The Self-importance Of Fading Stars. Never

But You've Got To Have Money For Comfort, Which Obviously Doesn't Matter As Much When You're Young, But Even So. I Always Like To Bloody Eat Well And Be Warm. Have A Drink When I Want It.

It's One Thing To Ask Your Bank Manager For An Overdraft To Buy 500 Begonias For The Borders In Haslemere, But Quite Another To Seek Financial Succour To Avail Oneself Of The 5-2 They're Offering On Lie De Bourbon For The St Leger.

Although I Have To Admit I Have Despised A Couple Of People Simply Because They Have Never Had A Job In Their Lives.

I Have Been Commissioned To Write An Autobiography And I Would Be Grateful To Any Of Your Readers Who Could Tell Me What I Was Doing Between 1960 And 1974.

It's Not Name Dropping, But Not Many People Can Say, Like Me, That They Spent The Day With The Likes Of Francis Bacon Or That Boring Drunk Dylan Thomas. You Don't Forget Things Like That.