The One's Who Were Mean To Me

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.

My Love Of Singing Is Hereditary.

I Needed To Stop Eating Sweeties And Cakes. It's The Bane Of My Life. I Had To Lose The Weight For My Health.

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'm Trying To Be A Professional Singer. ... I've Never Been Given The Chance Before. But Here's Hoping It'll Change.