I'm perfectly happy to admit that insecurity. It doesn't bother me. It's there, just the same as the color of my eyes is there. I'm never going to get rid of it. I'm not going to wake up one morning and really like the way I look, but as long as other people like the way I look, that's fine.

I seem to think that anything worth having in life has to be painful to attain.

The Wham! thing was, as I said, very confusing, and much of our image was totally fake.

The main downside was that it [fame] happened so quickly and I didn't have time to establish what kind of person I wanted to be.

I've wondered what my sexuality might be, but I've never wondered whether it was acceptable or not. Anyway, who really cares whether I'm gay or straight?

I have to believe that somebody up there thinks I've still got some work to do.

I'd never touch anything. I think it's foolhardy to play around with the face that you've been given. To have a little snip or a tuck, I think, is really quite obscene.