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.

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.

People Who Bullied Me Have Matured Now. Some Are Good Friends.

I Was Always Musical - Yelling When I Was A Baby, Singing Into A Brush And Singing In The Shower.

I Would Love To Adopt A Child Too But My Cat Might Get Jealous. I Don't Want To See A Cat And A Baby Fighting. It's Something I Might Do Later.