It Can Be The Most Difficult Thing

My Religious Upbringing Was Comically Strict — Even The Dirt Devil Vacuum Cleaner Was Banned. In Our House, No One Was Allowed To Refer To Deviled Eggs. We Had To Call Them Angelic Eggs. We Were Never Allowed To Swear. I'd Get Into Trouble Just For Saying 'hell No'. If You Dropped A Hammer On Your Toe In Our House You Had To Say Something Like 'jiminy Christmas'. The Only Music We Were Allowed To Listen To Was Gospel. No Wonder I Rebelled.

My Style Icons Were Gwen Stefani, When She Was In No Doubt, And Then Shirley Manson In Garbage.

I Have Always Been The Kid Who's Asked 'why?' In My Faith, You're Just Supposed To Have Faith. But I Was Always Like... Why?

I'm Either Going To Go Completely Mental, Completely Bankrupt, Or Have The Best Success Of My Life.

My Singing Is Really Important To Me, But When Children Come Along They'll Be My Main Focus. I'd Never Put My Career In Front Of My Babies - It'd Be A Case Of Fitting Jobs Around Them.