I've Got It All and Love My Life. So Why Do I Still Torture Myself? in His Frankest Interview Ever, SIMON COWELL Opens Up about His Lonely Single Life. by Rebecca Hardy
Byline: SIMON COWELL
simon Cowell can't stand untidiness. He says it distracts him, drives him nuts.
'When I walked into this house, I literally arrived with my belongings in a suitcase. One suitcase,' he says.
'I'm not nostalgic about things. I hate belongings. I hate clutter. It really bothers me because I can't think properly. If you've got distractions in front of you, your mind goes nuts.
'I like things to be clean, to look nice. Then I can focus - hence the house.'
Simon's new Beverly Hills home is, actually, very, very clean, very, well... black and white. So much so that even the imposing gates that shield his [euro]18 million mansion are black, and so highly polished you can see your face in them.
'Only you would have gates like mirrors,' I tell him, which makes him laugh.
Simon likes to laugh - he loves to be entertained; hates to be bored. He has a TV in his bathroom, where he watches old cartoons in the bath each morning. He says that they put him in a good mood, make him laugh out loud.
'Alternatively, you can turn on the News. Not a lot of fun,' he says.
'I have The Flintstones and The Jetsons. I know it sounds a bit strange. Maybe it reminds me of when I was a kid. I like old cartoons rather than modern ones. I love The Flintstones from the Sixties because the voices are better. The animation changed later on - and it hasn't got the same character now.'
Simon, you see, notices things.
He likes everything to be just right, perfect. And it is, right down to the monogrammed napkin I'm given with a plate of precisely cut crudites.
'Nothing is in the wrong place here,' he says.
'Everything functions smoothly.'
The staff (a housekeeper, a chef, two Polish girls and two cleaners) are quietly efficient. And there's not so much as a cushion out of place in the 14,000sq ft of white marble floors and black lacquer paintwork. Even the cupboards are made of black lacquer.
'There's nothing in my cupboards,' he says. And there isn't. There is, though, a guesthouse, a spa/pool, a cinema and a garage that houses his Bugatti, Rolls-Royce, Bentley Azure and a Ferrari. There are also palm trees shipped in from Palm Springs, sculptures and water features that make this an extraordinarily peaceful place. Feng shui-ed? 'God, no. Most of the people I know who do that nonsense aren't having great lives,' he says.
The house was designed by contemporary designer Jennifer Post, who had also done J-Lo's house, which he'd seen and liked. Simon, though, being Simon, put in his two penny's worth.
'This place could have been like a white insane asylum - everything was white. I said, "No one can live like that. It's so clinical. It's actually disgusting." It has to feel like a home, but it has to be beautiful as well, so it's actually about balance.'
Simon added black.
The mansion, a stone's throw from Sunset Boulevard, has taken him five years to get right. There's lots of light, lots of understated luxury, from the soft leather chairs in the cinema that recline horizontally ('I can't fail to pull here,' he says, as he pushes a button to demonstrate) to the thick silvergrey carpet in his bedroom. He says he feels content here, happy. Happiness, you see, is important to Simon. He doesn't, it turns out, 'get happy for long'.
'If I went to a psychiatrist, it would be a long session,' he says.
'I've always thought that I do have a number of issues that probably need dealing with, because I am quite odd in some ways. I get very dark moods for no reason. Nothing in particular brings it on. You can be having the best time of your life and yet you're utterly and totally miserable. I get very antisocial, depressed and irritable with people. I don't have time for them. I can't make phone calls and stuff. I just sit on my own for days. I'm not sitting in a darkened room rocking. …