I start really missing London when I go away. I have a little flat, but very central. I live above a pub and you'd think it'd be a nightmare, but I like hearing the music and it's quite comforting.

I've just become quite fixated on the idea of calmness and peacefulness somewhere, someday.

I'd just like to think that there's some kind of underworld where whoever's been lost at sea is there... I dunno, there probably isn't, but I'd like to believe there is.

My guiltiest pleasure is... chocolates with strawberry cream and trashy television - 'Geordie Shore,' 'Katie,' etc.

My soul is to sell. The dark is too hard to beat 'cause they're calling me.

I'd call what I do pop music, but it's folky and electronic and it doesn't really sound like much else.

Men are wary of me because they know, by listening to my music, that a relationship with me will be quite deep.