To Be Honest, My Life Is Not

I'm Still Shocked Every Time I See Snow. The First Bit Of Snow Each Year... I Stay Up And I Watch It. And Then I Go Out And Pick It Up And Eat It And Move Around In It.

Now When I Enter A Carriage, It Almost Empties. But There's Always One Brave Enough To Stay.

When I Was Modelling, I Spent Half My Life Staring At Thousands Of Perfect Reflections. It Got To A Stage Where I Was Losing All Sense Of Reality - So After I Quit Modelling, I Took All The Mirrors Out Of My House.

I Think It's Somewhere In My Head, In My Travel Space, And It Just Comes Out. It's A Visual Thing That Happens Unintentionally. People Will Tell Me, "you Do Realize You Just Spoke With That Accent, Right?" And I'll Go, "oh, Did I?" So It's Not Something I Think About. As We Talk, I Have A Visual About My Speech And It Just Comes Out Like That. If That Makes Any Sense!

When I Perform On Stage I Become Those Male Bullies, Those Dominators From My Childhood. That's Probably Why It's So Scary, Because They Scared Me.