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When I was little, and blonde, I'd spread my hair out on the pillow before I went to sleep, to give the illusion of being a princess, in case anyone glimpsed me in the night. These days I am the same with my hands – poised. All day I sit fairly still and type, but I type in a way that if someone were to catch sight of me, from the wrist down, I'd hope they'd see an early-70s secretary. Not a terribly classy one, admittedly, and not a particularly good one either (certainly not one that could do shorthand), but a keen one. It's in the nails." [Guardian]