In LA where I live it's all about perfectionism. Beauty is now defined by your bones sticking out of your decolletage. For that to be the standard is really perilous for women.

I love prints of skulls and bones and have some taxidermy - a crow and a rabbit - to remind me of home. I like art and have a big portrait of Bjork.

Oh literature oh the glorious Art how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us and chucks us aside. Alas!

Design in art is a recognition of the relation between various things various elements in the creative flux. You can't invent a design. You recognize it in the fourth dimension. That is with your blood and your bones as well as with your eyes.

I'm not sure I make old bones in parliament. It's an amazing experience to have had but I can't see myself being Mother of the House.