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In The Beginning …

      I was born James Andrew Arthur in Redcar, Middlesbrough, on 2 March 1988. My parents, Shirley and Neil, split up when I was very young and I stayed in Redcar with my mum. I was a normal little boy who liked running around with my mates, playing and getting into trouble.

      If I am being honest I don’t think I was the easiest child to look after. I was very naughty and I think people around me thought I suffered from attention deficit hyperactivity disorder because of the way I acted. I don’t know if I actually had ADHD because I was never tested, but let’s just say that I was quite ‘spirited’. I was always messing about and getting told off. It was nothing really bad, just the usual kids’ stuff.

      I first started singing when I was about six. I’d literally sing along to whatever my mum was playing on her CD player and people always said I was really good. I was more into running about like a headless chicken at that time, so I certainly didn’t think about singing as a career. I didn’t think about anything as a career – I was all about having fun and scoring goals.

      Both of my parents were massively into music when I was growing up. My mum always played a lot of Michael Jackson and David Bowie, and when I was with my dad I’d hear loads of heavy metal like Black Sabbath, AC/DC and Led Zeppelin. My music upbringing was pretty eclectic in terms of the variety of what I listened to. That’s given me an appreciation of all kinds of music, so I’m really grateful to my parents for that.

      I don’t think it will come as a massive shock to anyone to hear that I wasn’t the greatest at school. I really liked P.E. because I got to play games, and I was pretty good at English. I always picked up language quite well, so I loved creative writing. I’d often write little stories and I had a good imagination. I was terrible at maths, though. I used to daydream my way through the lessons and I couldn’t get the hang of it at all. I didn’t see the point in trying to do something I wasn’t good at. I’ve always been a bit like that. I only like doing things I can do really well in.

      I’ve got one brother, Neil, who’s 34, and four sisters: Sian, who’s 26, Charlotte, 18, Jasmine, 18, and Neve, who’s 12, and they’re all lovely. Because Neve is still quite young I didn’t live with her for very long before I left home, but we’re incredibly close. Sian and I were either thick as thieves or fighting like cat and dog when we were younger. We used to conjure up little plans together all the time. When we were left alone with a babysitter we used to make fake sick, using things we found in the bathroom. We’d pretend one of us was ill so we could go downstairs and watch TV instead of going to bed.

      When I was about four or five we were bouncing around on the sofa in our living room and I fell off and crashed into a glass-topped table. I cut my eye on the corner of the table and I got rushed to hospital. It turned out I had severed some of my nerves, and as a result I got a lazy eye. I had it corrected, but even to this day I’ve got a complex about my eye turning in when I’m talking to people. I find it hard to keep eye contact because I’m so self-conscious about it. That’s one of my earliest memories, and it’s quite a dramatic one.

      From a really young age I was best friends with a boy called Michael Dawson, and we’re still best mates now. Two other friends called Callum and Dean lived on my street, and I used to play with them all the time too. We were lucky because we had a park directly opposite our house, and we were always in there mucking about. When I make friends I tend to stick with them, and I’m very loyal.

      My mum remarried when

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