Beauty comes from within, not from what you wear.
I've always written down how I feel.
I'm nervous whenever I perform.
I am quite loud and bolshie. I'm a big personality. I walk into a room, big and tall and loud.
You can't complain about your dressing room or you'll look like Celine Dion.
My voice went recently, never happened before, off like a tap. I had to sit in silence for nine days, chalkboard around my neck. Like an old-school mime. Like a kid in the naughty corner. Like a Victorian mute.