I was a kitchen porter for an hour at the Bank of England when I was 18. In the cafe, someone clicked their fingers and shouted, 'Boy, come and clear my table.' I walked out.

I've just always loved singing, and I come from a family that loves singing around the kitchen table.

A duck walked into my kitchen this morning.

I lost my hair mixing a substance called white gunpowder on the kitchen table.

If I know I am going out in the evening, I'll save my shower till I am about to get ready, so I'm pristine. I'm not one for moisturisers and toners; the furthest I go is shampoo and conditioner and a bit of hair gel.

England is a memory now. The gates are flooded and anybody can have access to England and join in.