Oh, God, food is a constant struggle for me. With exercise, I get my workout done, and I’m done until tomorrow. With food, I eat, and then an hour later I’m hungry again!
When I was a teenager, I had pimples – oh, God, every time someone looked at my face I thought they were looking at my pimples. I put mud on my face to dry them out, and it worked.
Instead of people thinking, ‘Oh God, look at this terrible refugee crisis; we must do our bit’, there’s a lot of people thinking, ‘How can we get out of doing our bit and find reasons not to provide sanctuary for these people?’
I’d been a wedding singer through college, but after a few years of doing my best renditions of jazz standards to clinking glasses and the sound of forks on salad, I thought, ‘Oh God, if this is all I do, I’ll never be able to live with myself.’
It’s only Western civilization that, God forbid, you talk about dying, when it’s the only thing we know for certain, right? Everyone’s going to die, so what’s the big problem? ‘Oh, God. Don’t talk about it. Don’t think about it.’ I mean, I’m one of them. I’m not a big fan of talking about dying.
One of the saddest things I’ve ever done is download ‘I’m A Teenage Dirtbag’ by Wheatus and play along with it with my headphones on. Oh, God. If you were to walk in and see me do that, you would really worry for me.
My favourite dish is pollo ajillo; my favourite drink is a good Rioja with it. And as for my favourite music, oh God – there’s so many things I like. Well, I’d say it’s ‘Walk of Life’ by Dire Straits.
When I went to college, being thin was seen as good, so everyone told me I was normal. Then you get older, and you start putting on weight, and you’re like, ‘Oh God, I used to be really small.’ Then you get into the world of media, and you just feel the pressure massively.
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