You're in my heart, you're in my soul. You'll be my breath, should I grow old.

I had this almost Dickensian look. I was quite fragile.

I've tried to have a regular haircut, but it just pops back up again, so this is the way it's going to be.

It was early detection that saved my voice - and I imagine, my life.

If the father is not straight naider will be the son.

I've still got a brilliant head of hair, which refuses to lay down.

You're every love song ever written.