On reflection, I think the 1980s were a dreadful, abysmal time.
My behavioural problems are non-existent because all my freakiness, I guess, is manifested in a visual way. And I never have come unravelled.
Surely, marriage is throwing anchor and saying, 'This is where I'm staying. I've made my choice, and this is all I want because I've been on the up and down escalator, through the revolving door, and I want to stand still.' That's what I expected.
You shouldn't inflict yourself on the public when your fifteen minutes is up.
From a child, I knew I didn't have the face I wanted to have. My mother was a baroness. She was from Berlin; she was a silent movie actress and friends with Marlene Dietrich. So she knew all about film make-up and prosthetics and stuff like that and what they used to do in those days. And she taught me all that as a child.
I collect items like Elvis Presley clock radios and '50s memorabilia. It inspires a lot of my imagery. I like tasteful trash.
What I'm trying to achieve with my surgery is my own personal satisfaction. It's narcissism.
The idea of travelling all over the world singing the same songs sounds like hell. How people like Tina Turner still do it with enthusiasm is beyond me.
