I was a drug dealer in Ibiza at 15. I did not excel in drug dealing - I was terrible at it. Golden rule with drug dealing - don't get too enthusiastic with your own merchandise.

I love MySpace; it's done an amazing job for me and it's been insane over the past couple of weeks, but I'm not a poster girl for them.

Sometimes I wish I was just a girl in an indie band. I could dance around on stage and it wouldn't be so much about me.

When a music teacher that I had at school was taken ill and we had a variety show and I had to fill in - that's when I realized I had a voice.

The Mail Online is like carbs - you know you shouldn't but you do. Probably two or three times a day.

I refuse to put make-up on just because the paparazzi are on my doorstep. I find it morally wrong.

I still think I'm fat. Right now I'm worrying about how I'm going to lose weight after the pregnancy. I feel like an elephant, but I do get the occasional sexy pregnant day where I think I look great.