I Enjoy Doing Nothing.

It's One Thing To Ask Your Bank Manager For An Overdraft To Buy 500 Begonias For The Borders In Haslemere, But Quite Another To Seek Financial Succour To Avail Oneself Of The 5-2 They're Offering On Lie De Bourbon For The St Leger.

There's Nothing Undignified About Lying About All Day And Being Waited On By Servants, Sipping Bloody Champagne.

You Never See A Pretty, Unattached Girl On A Racecourse. But You Often See Positive Gangs Of Rather Unpretty Ones. They Are The Owners Or The Owners' Wives And They Wear Mink In All Weathers And Far Too Much Make-up. For Some Odd Reason, I Can Never Work Out Why They Always Seem To Be Married To Haulage Contractors In The North, Builders In The South And Farmers In The West.

But You've Got To Have Money For Comfort, Which Obviously Doesn't Matter As Much When You're Young, But Even So. I Always Like To Bloody Eat Well And Be Warm. Have A Drink When I Want It.

I Don't Remember Ever Being Full Of Dislike And Hatred For People, Like Some Kids I've Come Across Now.