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I used to hate the sound of my voice.

It was hard for me to find my voice because I was, for so long, absorbed in my own world.

I was very bad at projecting my voice. I used to do this Gumby Flower Arranging sketch which involved shouting, and I could never do it right, and at one point my voice went completely.

My voice is stronger today than ever.

As I got older, my voice got better.

And in singing, what my voice lacked in quality it made up for in volume.

I've always hated my voice. You sound different in your head when you hear it out loud.

Apart from a period of crisis during my adolescence, when my voice was changing and I could not tame it - it was like a kicking foal that does not listen to reason - I have always been told I have a pleasant and recognizable voice.

My voice went recently, never happened before, off like a tap. I had to sit in silence for nine days, chalkboard around my neck. Like an old-school mime. Like a kid in the naughty corner. Like a Victorian mute.