I'd say the best is when I was in Africa I saw a hippo in a house. Someone had a pet hippo. And they're meant to be one of the most dangerous animals on the planet and they had one that was sort of just wandering in and out of their house just sort of roaming about.

My restless roaming spirit would not allow me to remain at home very long.

There was a great complexity to my father. He was a devoted family man. But in the same breath he simply was not suited to an anchored life. He should have been somebody who had a backpack an old map a bit of change in his pocket and that was it - roaming the world.

Taught from infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre the mind shapes itself to the body and roaming round its gilt cage only seeks to adorn its prison.