I Feel Very Comfortable With The Way

I Like The Fact That People Either Think I'm Incredibly Gorgeous Or Flippin Ugly.

My Mouth Has A Tendency To Get Me Into Trouble, But Because I'm So Small And I Take On People Who Are Lager Than Me. If Someone Punched Me, I'd Get My Drummer Beat Them Up.

I Guess The Line Between Being Paranoid And Being A Rock Star Is Smaller Than One Would Expect.

As Musicians It's Often Difficult. You Go To A Dinner Party And Most People Treat You Like Some Kind Of Exotic Animal And In A Way Like You Don't Have Any Problems And That It's All Fantastic And Glamorous And That You Wake Up In The Morning, You Kick The Groupies Out Of Bed, You Roll Onto The Floor Onto A Needle, Right, Which Fills You With A Lovely Substance, You Roll Into The Gutter And You Stare At The Moon And Out Comes Beautiful Poetry. The Fact Of The Matter Is That That's Nonsense. It's A Lot Of Hard Work.

When Every Day Became A Hangover And When You Look At Yourself In The Mirror And Go 'i Don't Like How You're Coming Across To People.' And When Every Day Just Started To Feel The Same. After The 50th Shag, It Doesn't Mean So Much Anymore.