For a lot of people, it's a massive deal to be on the front row at Fashion Week and look perfect. I don't go to be seen; I go to look at the collections and support my friends, like Henry, Giles and Jonathan Saunders. As much as I love clothes and shopping, it doesn't drive me.
Johnny Giles is my favourite Leeds player, without doubt. He was a fierce competitor. I met him once, at a black-tie event in Dublin, which was one of the great nights of my life.
Let's be honest: not everybody can afford to buy £5,000 dresses, so the jewellery is a nice of way of getting the Giles product out into the world and introduce it to people not familiar with the label. QVC is a really good partner to help us do that.
Why shouldn't we want everybody to have a piece of Giles in their wardrobe?
Michael Giles the first drummer of King Crimson, never agreed to the name King Crimson. But then, if you'd knew Michael, you would know he didn't agree to the album cover either. So maybe Michael didn't agree to the point of definition with many things.
Historians turning their hands to fiction are all the rage. Since Alison Weir led the way in 2006, an ever-growing number of established non-fiction writers - Giles Milton, Simon Sebag Montefiore, Harry Sidebottom, Patrick Bishop, Ian Mortimer and myself included - have written historical novels.
A newspaperman said, 'You have to have a team in New York.' I replied, 'Who says you have to have a team in New York?' What came out in the papers was a headline that said, Giles Says, 'Who needs New York?' I confess that quote bothered me, and there seemed to be no way to dispose of it. It was repeated again and again.
Giles: We can do nothing! I'm sorry! But this, this, this is just - Oh God, it's not even human. God!
[Elisa follows Giles into the hallway and hits the wall to get his attention]
Giles: What?
Elisa: [in sign language] If we / do nothing / neither are we.
Giles: [shows Elisa his artwork] Ta-dah. That's not bad, is it?
[chuckles; Elisa shakes her head]
Giles: For being shit!
[giggles]
Elisa: [in sign language] It's not shit.
Giles: Ah - listen: You eat, you go to bed, you rest...
[grabs jacket]
Giles: And when I - get
paid...
[sighs and does a twirl; pause]
Giles: We get pie.
Elisa: [in sign language] Nothing for me.
Giles: No, we don't get pie. I get pie! You get whatever you want!
[laughing]
Giles: Hahhh.
[gently touches her face]
Giles: Wish me luck.
Elisa: [in sign language] Good luck.
[Alice Faye singing on TV: "Then I have only this to say..."; Giles looks back and smiles]