I did art history and English literature at Newcastle.
Princess Eugenie of York
Whenever Granny walks into a room, everyone stands up, stops, and just kind of watches her because, obviously, it's huge when she walks into a room. And I find that incredible. I kind of go, 'Ah.'
How do I play the princess thing? I don't, really. I don't like talking about it much and find it annoying when people say things like, 'Oh, you're the princess.' One of my best friends jokingly says, 'Hi, Princess,' and I say, 'Shut up.' It is one of the things that bugs me most in the world.
I so want to be able to speak another language. I love the way my friends who are half Italian and half English break from one language into another without even pausing.
Beatrice loves her glamorous dresses and her hair being curly or big - like Mummy's - and I hate volume. I like my hair to be sort of flat. I like just throwing on a pair of jeans and generally being more understated. She is more 'Let's do the glamour.' We're chalk and cheese.
Mummy, Bea and I call ourselves 'the Tripod' - they are my best friends in the world.
I do have an occasional temper - I sort of inherited my dad's short fuse.
Doing art at Marlborough, where I went to school, was really quite tough, and I knew that it wasn't the direction I wanted to go. I'd rather show art and give people the joy of seeing it.
I am definitely not as polite as Beatrice, I have to say. I tell it as it is. I am shyer at first.
Without the care I received at the Royal National Orthopaedic Hospital, I wouldn't look the way I do now; my back would be hunched over.
When I was 12, I had an operation at the Royal National Orthopaedic Hospital, and they corrected the curving in my spine. I've got two 12-inch rods and eight screws going up my back keeping me straight, and they fuse together with my spine, so now I can't really live without them.
