The One's Who Were Mean To Me

When You Sing, You Put On A Persona. I Hide Behind That Person On Stage. You Can Feel Like Death, But You Have To Put It On. The Audience Wants To See Someone Smiley.

My Love Of Singing Is Hereditary.

I Live Myself With My Cat Pebbles. She Isn't Enjoying The Attention As Much As Me - She Ran Off Up The Stairs As Soon As The Film Crew For The Show Came Into The House. She Didn't Come Down For Hours. But I Have The Support Of All My Brothers And Sisters And My Neighbours And Friends - Everyone Thinks It's Just Great.

When You're A Child, Grownups Always Tell You That "sticks And Stones Will Break Your Bones, But Words Will Never Hurt You". They Say It As If It's A Kind Of Spell That's Going To Protect You. I've Never Seen The Logic Of It. Cuts And Bruises Quickly Disappear. You Forget All About Them. The Psychological Wounds Inflicted By Bullies With Words Go Much Deeper.

I Was Told I Had Brain Damage. I Always Knew It Was An Unfair Label. Now I Have A Clearer Understanding Of What's Wrong And I Feel Relieved And A Bit More Relaxed About Myself.