Princess and the Tree

I don’t really like being a do gooder. I  like the image of being very very naughty, but of course next to everybody else, my bad behavior is rather like a rebel without a cause. I like helping people and they don’t really notice. I hate counting, but of course you are apt to  be walked over and that is not such a great feeling.  Anyway, getting back to the feel-good factor, and my other favourite subject - the end of the world. I really love trees, not animals but trees: big large oaks, orange trees and the Monkey Puzzle tree. In Los Angeles I have tried to get ready for the end of the world by planting vegetables, but they get eaten by insects and snakes. It is tough to survive out there at the best of times, but news of the end time only upsets people, so lets stop talking about it and be positive. We must learn skills like ploughing, sewing - forestry. The Woodland Trust has a great number of trees ready to be planted and an exciting scheme to create a whole new forest n Hertfordshire. At last night’s gala dinner at the Globe Theatre, the witty Clive Anderson, its president, was on top form speaking to one of the dishiest men in England - Sean Bean - who turns out to be as much of a tree-hugger as my friends Tim Noble, Sue Webster and Mr and Mrs Ivor Braka. I was on Princess Beatrice’s table, and she told me she thinks it is essential, nay imperative, that we all get involved as a nation, so go plant an acorn.