I love Australian people.

Perfectionism kills art. I find that if I criticise myself, it spoils the fun. You can get paralysed by analysis - it takes all the playfulness away.

I like doing accents. One of my friends works in hotel reservations and I'll ring her up and complain about the suite. Sometimes I get her.

I love Australian people.

I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm damn well gonna do it!

It is a blessing to have pretty people around me. I like people who are sparky, positive. Evil, dark people are repelled by me: Oooh no! Too much sunlight.

Being mean about other people isn't on my radar.