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.

I don't have anything that I treasure at all. They're just things. I tend to buy an awful lot of stuff, like clothes and things. But I wouldn't be bothered if my house burns down tomorrow.

It's success, not fame, that is quite addictive. I'm addicted to a lot of things and, as it happens, success is one of them.

When Daddy goes to work, there's a mouth to feed, a point to life and a reason to do things

I enjoy nakedness. I am a bit of a naturist at heart.

And I feel that love is dead, I'm loving angels instead

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.