One Day I Realized That It Didn't

Humans All Want To Beat The Clock But Nobody Ever Does.

I'm 45 Years Old. I Used To Be A Club Girl, But That's Not My World Anymore. That Doesn't Mean I Can't Make Music That Excites. I Think It's Inspiring To See An Artist You Grew Up With Take Another Crack.

Here Am I. I'm 38. My Career's Probably Never Been Better. And I've Made A Decision Which May Or May Not Impact On It - I Refuse To Hide My Experience And My Age, As If It's Something I Should Be Ashamed Of. I'm Alive. I Know Lots Of People Who've Never Been Lucky Enough To Get To This Stage In Their Life. And I'm Not Gonna Hide It For Anybody.

I Get Female Groupies, But I Don't Get Male Groupies. I Have Women Who Offer To Sleep With Me All The Time. But Not Men. They're All Talk And Nay Action -- As We'd Say In Scotland. If I Go Anywhere Near Most Of Our Male Following, They Are Freaked. Absolutely Freaked. I Think My Height Has Got A Lot To Do With It. I'm Really Tall. I'm Five-eight, And With Heels, I'm Six Foot, So People Are Like. 'whoa, Amazon!' People Are A Wee Taken Aback By That 'cause I Think People Expect Me To Be Small.

I Couldn't Feel Good About Myself Hanging Out In Armani Clothes When My Girlfriend Can't Even Pay Her Heating Bill. I'd Feel Foul And I'd Be Embarrassed.