I Don't Do Marriage. I Think It's

I Wouldn't Say I Was Grumpy. It's More Pathological - I Have Seismic Tantrums. I Get Red In The Face And Cry At Least Three Times A Week, And I Have To Lie Down And Have A Nap Afterwards.

I've Just Got Crap Hair. Although I Inherited A Lot Of Stuff From My Dad, Including Giant Knees, I Didn't Get His Good, Thick Hair. I Got My Mother's Thin, Wispy, Non-event Hair Instead.

I Have A Very Solo Career. I Only Write With People That I Really Adore.

I Might Be Needy, Competitive And Desperate But It's Far Better Than Being Wet.

I Love Fashion, But I Don't Come From A Background Of Loving Clothes, And I Remember Feeling Badly Dressed From A Young Age.