I enjoy people. I’m happy to say ‘hello.’ People are normally very, very pleasant, so it’s nice to see them.
From 1977: I do find it hard to identify with the fuss going on at the moment. I arrived here this morning to find a group of people waiting to grab and touch me. I hate that, but I also hate pushing through without talking to them. I don’t like being — or seeming to be — rude. If I’d met them on a one-to-one basis we could have talked, got to know each other, and that would have been a different matter.