My father was a soldier, which meant that he was a warrior, which meant that he was important. My mother rode a horse and sang in the Governor-General's band, so that made her important as well.

My father being a soldier, every time I saw soldiers marching - 'Well,' I thought, 'my father's that,' and these soldiers were always looking magnificent. And I thought they were powerful; they were all-powerful. I knew that they were an elite in India.

My Father had a profound influence on me. He was a lunatic.

One important thing I recall about India was that it was quiet. It was never noisy in the way that life was noisy in London.

I had stopped going to church the moment I joined the Regiment. No more could my mother nag me into God's presence.

As I kept having episodes of depression, I realized that it was not a one-off: that I had, well, not a disease, really - more an illness.