Whenever I have bid a hasty goodbye to a loved one, I've always made sure that my record collection was safely stored away in the boot of the car.
My vocal style I haven't tried to copy from anyone. It just developed until it became the girlish whine it is today.
I hate wasting time.
I've still got a twinkle in me.
The past is a stepping stone, not a millstone.
You feel quite distant by playing at huge stadiums year after year, where you only can see a great darkness in front of you.
