I've deliberately tried to calm myself down because eventually I want to be a good role model to my kids.

Inside me there is a fat man dying to get out.

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

I can do anything I want to do really, I might as well.

People change. I wouldn't like to be accountable for the interviews I've done, or the person I was when I was 20, 21.

I'm quite open to the fact that I might be a tinfoil-hat freak

I did the rock 'n roll-pop cliche of getting burnt out. I'm not the first person that happened to, and I'm sure I won't be the last.