In each of my homes, I have a leopard room. I don't know why, but I do. It's like my lounge next to the dressing rooms.

There are three things in life I really don't like: Rice pudding. Social climbers - you know, hang-ons! And the photo shoot!

Gamache knew people were like homes. Some were cheerful and bright, some gloomy. Some could look good on the outside but feel wretched on the interior. And some of the least attractive homes, from the outside, were kindly and warm inside.

He also knew the first few rooms were for public consumption. It was only in going deeper that he'd find the reality. And finally, inevitably, there was the last room, the one we keep locked, and bolted and barred, even from ourselves. Especially from ourselves.

As you get older, your tastes get simpler. I like a sleek evening dress with a pair of big earrings. That's all.

You can't complain about your dressing room or you'll look like Celine Dion.

For many years I enjoyed the pleasure of cruising on my yacht all summer long and these were my best holidays. In mid-May, we'd start in St Tropez. I'd collect my bikinis from my home there and then we'd go up to Cannes for the Film Festival, on to Monte Carlo for the Grand Prix and then to Italy.