Susan Boyle, 53, talks about saving money on the weekly shop, battling with criticism and being diagnosed with autism
Clio Williams Published: 23 November 2014
Photograph by Charlie Gray
The alarm wakes me at half-eight, but I ignore it and roll over. When I get up I like to loiter about in my pajamas for a wee while. I live on Yule Terrace, which is part of a housing scheme in Blackburn, and I’ve lived here for more than 50 years. I was more or less in with the bricks.
I’ll then head downstairs to the kitchen and switch on the radio — I’m a Radio 2 person. I have a decaf coffee, brown toast with marmalade and a wee boiled egg. The marmalade is sugar-free as I have diabetes — I’m type 2.
I have a cat called Pebbles, but she’s taken care of in London now because of my busy travelling schedule. It means I’m on my own here, but I don’t feel alone because I still feel my parents’ presence. I actually have a “posh” house down the road that I got in 2010. It has a security gate, three bathrooms and looks out onto fields and a burn [a stream], but I felt homesick there, so I came back here. I’m not used to all the country-bumpkin sounds — like the cows lowing — so now my niece and her family live there.
My PA, Sadie, who lives locally, pops in and we look at the diary. If I have nothing on, I’ll go to the shops in Bothwell. It’s something I love doing, and I can take the bus. My shopping habits have changed only slightly in the last few years. I may spend the odd thousand pounds on clothes, but I still think carefully about my weekly shop. I still like to get tatties, corn beef and bacon to make a plate of stovies, which can last me two days. I can save £40 a week, easy. I still think about that. Before Britain’s Got Talent, I didn’t even have a mobile.
I get my hair done twice a week, and I used to go to a hairdresser in Whitburn, nearby, but now I pay for Carly to come and do it at my home. So apart from a holiday abroad and a juicer in my kitchen, I don’t feel the need to treat myself. I even come home for my lunch, which is usually something simple like home-made tomato soup and bread.
I’ve got an upright piano, so in the afternoon I like to practise. I started having piano lessons not too long ago so I can only play scales and elementary stuff. I’d love to write a song, but there’s no hard-and-fast recipe for that. And I think my strong point is singing.
I always feel anxiety before a show, but breathing exercises help. If I’m in front of a big audience, as long as I don’t know how many people are out there, I just get on with it.
I used to receive a lot of criticism — people saw me as someone to be ridiculed. I was called the “Hairy Angel”. And an “eejit”. I like a laugh, but I didn’t like being the butt of the joke. All my life, I’ve had to fight to prove myself. At my birth the doctors told my mother I would ne’er do anything. They said I was brain-damaged.
The press are very quick to latch on to something, so I wanted to prove them wrong. It has since been confirmed that I have Asperger’s, a mild form of autism — which can actually make you very clever. So that’s turned things on their head, hasn’t it? I can do just as well, or probably better, than people think.
And God must think singing is good for me. My faith is important to me: my favourite saint is St Bernadette. She was from a poor background and raised to a high position, spiritually. I feel an affinity to her, though not on her level…
My parents were stalwart Catholics, and there was a kind of coded behaviour I had to keep to — that’s why I’m still single. Simply put, the right guy hasn’t come along yet. It would be nice to have somebody in my life, as I’d like to have a baby, so I’ll just keep waiting. In the meantime, I have 16 nieces and nephews — plenty to occupy me with. If God wants it to happen, it will.
At 6, I prepare dinner — something like stovies, or tatties and mince. I might also have a wee trifle, which I know is naughty. I’ll wash up, then sit in front of the telly till bedtime. I'm watching The X Factor right now, it’s exciting to see who gets through and I like Simon, he’s really nice. I’m not in touch with him; if he did that for everybody, he wouldn’t have time for his own life. As for Piersy Baby [Piers Morgan], I challenged him to do the ice-bucket challenge.
Around 10, I have a shower, and go to bed. I cuddle Pebbles, my soft-toy cat and mascot, and say my prayers. If I cannae go to sleep, I read. I also think about my parents and I know that if they were alive today they’d say to me: “Susan, you’ve done well for yerself. But I wish to God you’d stop yer swearing and all yer carry on. You are 53 now, grow up!”
The alarm wakes me at half-eight, but I ignore it and roll over. When I get up I like to loiter about in my pajamas for a wee while. I live on Yule Terrace, which is part of a housing scheme in Blackburn, and I’ve lived here for more than 50 years. I was more or less in with the bricks.
I’ll then head downstairs to the kitchen and switch on the radio — I’m a Radio 2 person. I have a decaf coffee, brown toast with marmalade and a wee boiled egg. The marmalade is sugar-free as I have diabetes — I’m type 2.
I have a cat called Pebbles, but she’s taken care of in London now because of my busy travelling schedule. It means I’m on my own here, but I don’t feel alone because I still feel my parents’ presence. I actually have a “posh” house down the road that I got in 2010. It has a security gate, three bathrooms and looks out onto fields and a burn [a stream], but I felt homesick there, so I came back here. I’m not used to all the country-bumpkin sounds — like the cows lowing — so now my niece and her family live there.
My PA, Sadie, who lives locally, pops in and we look at the diary. If I have nothing on, I’ll go to the shops in Bothwell. It’s something I love doing, and I can take the bus. My shopping habits have changed only slightly in the last few years. I may spend the odd thousand pounds on clothes, but I still think carefully about my weekly shop. I still like to get tatties, corn beef and bacon to make a plate of stovies, which can last me two days. I can save £40 a week, easy. I still think about that. Before Britain’s Got Talent, I didn’t even have a mobile.
I get my hair done twice a week, and I used to go to a hairdresser in Whitburn, nearby, but now I pay for Carly to come and do it at my home. So apart from a holiday abroad and a juicer in my kitchen, I don’t feel the need to treat myself. I even come home for my lunch, which is usually something simple like home-made tomato soup and bread.
I’ve got an upright piano, so in the afternoon I like to practise. I started having piano lessons not too long ago so I can only play scales and elementary stuff. I’d love to write a song, but there’s no hard-and-fast recipe for that. And I think my strong point is singing.
I always feel anxiety before a show, but breathing exercises help. If I’m in front of a big audience, as long as I don’t know how many people are out there, I just get on with it.
I used to receive a lot of criticism — people saw me as someone to be ridiculed. I was called the “Hairy Angel”. And an “eejit”. I like a laugh, but I didn’t like being the butt of the joke. All my life, I’ve had to fight to prove myself. At my birth the doctors told my mother I would ne’er do anything. They said I was brain-damaged.
The press are very quick to latch on to something, so I wanted to prove them wrong. It has since been confirmed that I have Asperger’s, a mild form of autism — which can actually make you very clever. So that’s turned things on their head, hasn’t it? I can do just as well, or probably better, than people think.
And God must think singing is good for me. My faith is important to me: my favourite saint is St Bernadette. She was from a poor background and raised to a high position, spiritually. I feel an affinity to her, though not on her level…
My parents were stalwart Catholics, and there was a kind of coded behaviour I had to keep to — that’s why I’m still single. Simply put, the right guy hasn’t come along yet. It would be nice to have somebody in my life, as I’d like to have a baby, so I’ll just keep waiting. In the meantime, I have 16 nieces and nephews — plenty to occupy me with. If God wants it to happen, it will.
At 6, I prepare dinner — something like stovies, or tatties and mince. I might also have a wee trifle, which I know is naughty. I’ll wash up, then sit in front of the telly till bedtime. I'm watching The X Factor right now, it’s exciting to see who gets through and I like Simon, he’s really nice. I’m not in touch with him; if he did that for everybody, he wouldn’t have time for his own life. As for Piersy Baby [Piers Morgan], I challenged him to do the ice-bucket challenge.
Around 10, I have a shower, and go to bed. I cuddle Pebbles, my soft-toy cat and mascot, and say my prayers. If I cannae go to sleep, I read. I also think about my parents and I know that if they were alive today they’d say to me: “Susan, you’ve done well for yerself. But I wish to God you’d stop yer swearing and all yer carry on. You are 53 now, grow up!”
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