The only really safe thing to do is to write a diary of where you’ve been, what time you went to bed, what you ate. If I wrote honestly about everything I think it’d be a disaster. It would cause a lot of trouble.
I’d just like to think that there’s some kind of underworld where whoever’s been lost at sea is there… I dunno, there probably isn’t, but I’d like to believe there is.
I just sing and write songs and wear what I want. It’s quite a good job really. If I wanted to I suppose I could become more of a fashion icon, but singing is my thing.
