I speed up past mirrors.
I wanted to be a journalist, I thought it was glamorous and that I'd meet beautiful women in the rain.
One of my great regrets, and I don't have many, is that I spent too long putting people's status and reputation ahead of their more important qualities. I learned far too late in life that a long list of letters after someone's name is no guarantee of compassion, kindness, humour, all the far more relevant stuff.
My dad had a personal style which was very attractive. It was quite reserved and quite elegant, and it was infectious.
I have nothing against romanticism. I'm all for it. I'm helpless in the face of romance.