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.

I've never had a problem with the way I look. I'd rather go for lunch with my friends than go to a gym.

I love love songs. But I love pop music as well: Girls Aloud, Kylie, the Spice Girls, East 17, Mika.

I don't want to be on the cover of Playboy or Vogue.

People think that I popped out of my mother's womb singing 'Chasing Pavements'.

I don't make music for eyes. I make music for ears.

I won't let you close enough to hurt me.