I Know You Haven't Made Your Mind

There Is Nothing That Would Upset Me More Than My Dad Being Bribed By The Press. It's Like, 'just Let Them Run It, Then. Don't You Give Them Ammunition.'

I've Been Singing Properly Every Day Since I Was About Fifteen Or Sixteen, And I Have Never Had Any Problems With My Voice, Ever. I've Had A Sore Throat Here And There, Had A Cold And Sung Through It, But That Day It Just Went While I Was Onstage In Paris During A Radio Show. It Was Literally Like Someone Had Pulled A Curtain Over It.

My Voice Went Recently, Never Happened Before, Off Like A Tap. I Had To Sit In Silence For Nine Days, Chalkboard Around My Neck. Like An Old-school Mime. Like A Kid In The Naughty Corner. Like A Victorian Mute.

I'm Really Happy To Be Me, And I'd Like To Think People Like Me More Because I'm Happy With Myself And Not Because I Refuse To Conform To Anything.

A Drunk Tongue Is An Honest One In My Opinion.