I've learned not to hide behind a veil of irony - to talk about my work in a more honest way.

When you're dressed up as David Bowie, with your eyebrows completely bleached, and you're doing this kind of strange dance with Paul McCartney while singing "Rebel Rebel" in the middle of the Met ball, and Madonna's looking at you . . . I was just thinking, It's become a bit weird.

Love is horrible. I mean, when you're in love, it's like a sickness. Such madness.

I'm obsessed with choirs, and always have been, because of that sense of overwhelming vocals.

I've just never been a tracksuit-wearer.

I can't just have one painting - I need to cover the wall in paintings. It's the same with my music. I want to mix everything together to create more.

Bono told me how to dance in high heels and he also told me about U2's Glastonbury performance and how everything that could have possibly gone wrong went wrong, including him ripping his trousers on stage. I think he was lunging and his trousers ripped! He was telling me how he had to find a new way of performing that didn't involve moving.