I was terrified. Y is for Young Men, young Englishmen, of course. Scott, who I married in April, is the son of a school friend of mine from the convent. I've been out with Americans and all sorts, but I could only marry an English bloke. Englishmen don't make a fuss.
People expect it.
I only met the Kray twins because they came round to my dressing-room one night after a show. I went out with their elder brother, Charlie, a few times. But they were hardly romantic dates because, for some reason, Charlie always had a mate in tow - Limehouse Willy or Big Scotch Pat. I don't suppose the Duke of Devonshire had any gangsters on his list, but, let's face it, they're part of England, too. The Age Company Ltd 2000.