I definitely have managed to overcome dyslexia now to become a fully functional human being but things were a lot more difficult when I was younger.

I had this whole ritual with my mother making the bed with me inside it so I would be invisible.

My parents told us how they felt but never imposed their beliefs on us, although I appreciate I got a healthy sense of democracy from them.

I collect things that just look retarded.

At 12 I dropped out of school but I had lost interest in it at a much earlier age. For me, school was very very stressful.

I think what my father appreciated was the science experiment of life. He had these kids, and they had their own experiences. He wanted us to discover the world for ourselves.

I've always wanted to have a book published - it was a dream of mine, but the thought of actually writing a book made me feel really sick.