This is what I am. I have periods of enormous self-destructive depression, where I go completely off my trolley and lose all sight of reality and reason.

I'm a hopeless mother; a hopeless wife; I have to try harder. I'm just a pathetic case history, really.

You put something you like on really loud, and you feel godlike.

I have a naturally camp sensibility and a camp sense of humour. I love the icons that gay people love.

Music bypasses the intellect, it makes you laugh, makes you cry, makes you want to dance, makes you want to have sex.

Pop music allows you to be who you are without having to wear a social uniform or to conform, which some people find impossible to do.

When do you know you're insane? And when do you known you're sane? I think I treat a fine line between the two. It's a battle to function, but somehow I manage.