I’d been my mother’s little princess, until my baby brother arrived home from hospital on 15 March 1952. To this day, I’ve never seen eye-to-eye with my brother, Philip Green, the billionaire king of the high street. Can you imagine what it’s like to pick up the paper to find out about the lavish life your brother is leading? He used to say to me, ‘When are you going to behave yourself?’ He cut me out from a lot of his life. I don’t tell too many people I’m Philip Green’s sister any more.

Source: Daily Mirror October 04, 2020 06:00 UTC