I did the Dingo Warrior thing down in Texas in WCCW.

I can't get my knickers in a twist about my age and ageing in an industry that caters to the ids of 14-year-olds.

I came back to work when my children were two months old. At that early age, they seem to have little awareness of anybody but their Raggedy Ann dolls, so it wasn't a matter of them missing me. I was missing them.

Each age tries to form its own conception of the past. Each age writes the history of the past anew with reference to the conditions uppermost in its own time.

The wonderful thing about age is that your knees don't work as well, you can't run down steps quite as easily and obviously you can't lift heavy weights. But your mind doesn't feel any different.

My mother was 45 when she had me, so when I was in high school my parents were the same age as my friends' grandparents.