Biography

I went to the same school that Joan Collins had attended, and we girls were expected to marry into wealth or go to university. Instead, I became Britain's junior water-skiing champion for four years - until I injured a knee.

The #MeToo movement doesn't mean dick to me, because I grew up having to deal with guys who used to flash me or grope me and I never took these kinds of things terribly seriously. I never left a meeting with some over-enthusiastic record producer, thinking that my life was ruined. I just thought: this is what guys do, and you've got to get on with it. Sometimes you fought them off; sometimes you didn't. I wasn't that bothered.

It was in Klosters that I lost my virginity to a ski instructor at 13, the same year that I also took up water skiing, and rapidly became the British junior water ski champion, a title I held for four seasons.

When I was 15, one night I was standing at the back of the club brushing my waist-length peroxide-blonde hair when the singer approached me from behind. He took the brush from my hand, started pulling it through my hair, and asked if he could come home with me that night. Of course I said Yes. That's how I met Davie Jones, who would later change his name to David Bowie.

My own parents never objected to me bringing a boy home. They more or less let me do anything I liked; I was treated like an adult and trusted to do the right thing.