I used to be a thing; I'm a person now.
The sixties were a time when ordinary people could do extraordinary things...!
I'm basically an up kind of person, not a depressive one. So whatever's happening, my head doesn't get that down and moody... I didn't get into a particularly swinging way of life, as the press would have liked to make out. We never went to parties because we hated them. I've really had a boring, ordinary life on the social level. I haven't been to all-night parties and I haven't had a million boyfriends and my favourite pastimes are still the same, sitting at home watching telly or going to a nice restaurant for dinner or having an evening at home sewing.
They called me an "elongated matchstick", "the original million-dollar baby doll". You were supposed to look like Brenda Lee, very curvy and round, pointed breasts and pointed toe shoes. In all these pictures of me around twelve I'm wearing a brassiere with Kleenex stuffed in it...Most of the pictures of me taken then, I hate now
What happened to me in the Sixties was so major and so worldwide and so huge, there's no way I can repeat it. But in a way, I had nothing to do with it, it just took me over. It was bizarre, it was weird, and I had no control over it. I don't think anyone could have planned what happened to me.
At sixteen, I was funny, skinny little thing, all eyelashes and legs. And then, suddenly people told me it was gorgeous. I thought they had gone mad.
