By the time I went up to Cambridge, I was extremely quiet and well behaved, although I now meet people who remember me as not like that at all.
I well remember the pride that my parents felt when my brother and I went up to Cambridge, but I also know many friends that I grew up with – brilliant, funny, acutely intelligent girls – who never fulfilled their potential.
Cambridge Analytica’s tactics contributed to a world where people kind of hate each other, and don’t want to talk to each other, don’t want to hear each other, don’t want to speak to each other.
I did not end up as broadly educated as my Cambridge colleagues, but I graduated probably better equipped to write a book on my chosen subject.
Living here in Cambridge, you had to have an identity. It was not enough to be a wife. So I did a Ph.D. in medieval Spanish poetry.
There is just so much beauty in Cambridge. It’s wonderful.
John Cleese was with a group called Cambridge Circus, who had come to New York, and we became friends. Years later that produced a certain team effort.
My father had always hoped that one day I would be a great cricketer, captaining the Stowe Eleven, perhaps, or even playing for Cambridge.
