I had a quick ear and could pick up languages.
I had a place in England and was commuting from England to Australia, which is pretty stupid, but after two years I sort of knew what I wanted to do, more or less.
I don't think in my family anyone looked after anyone. It didn't matter how old they were.
I didn't know what to do with myself. I wasn't excited by the teaching of the school. If they'd been intent on really teaching you things, I would have been a little more attentive.
Both my parents were doctors, and my mother had her surgery in the house. There were six children.
Blank House was exactly a nice empty sheet where nothing was accountable because you were so naughty that you were in Blank House.
At boarding school you had to wear your name across your chest and your back, and obviously I had a pretty funny name. It wasn't Brown or Smith or Hughes.
