Men don't like me. I haven't been on a date for six months. I've just started a club with a girlfriend called the We Hate Men But We Can't Be Gay Club.

In London, I really like going to the Mandarin Oriental. They can even do my feet without tickling me.

If I could have the discipline to be super-skinny, I would be.

I listen to all of my Dutch happy-hardcore songs from my raving techno days when I was about 14. It's the most horrible music ever. I think it's some kind of muscle memory that brings me back to when I was 14. It makes me bounce around the gym quite happily.

I don't even sing in the shower.

I don't really like the whole pancake look.

I work out sort of moderately.