I spent a lot of my twenties wanting a maid, really. I thought I wanted a relationship, but I just wanted somebody to fix and nurse me, and I'd take her hostage for six months. When you're 23, 24, you want to be in a relationship because they look brilliant - you've heard all the songs about it and seen all the movies and it looks great.

My dad sent Frank Sinatra a dollar bill to autograph, and when it came back, signed, he had it framed: it was always up on the wall in whatever flat we were in.

My friends are so cynical, they refuse to keep the faith.

I couldn't live without my music, man. Or me mum.

I'm contemplating thinking about thinking...but....it's overrated - just get another drink in!

I'm quite obviously not the world's most handsome man - I'm the second world's most handsome man!

I'm mainstream, and I have pretty chart-tastic tastes. I don't often veer away from a big melodic song with big words for big stadiums.