What could Florence Welch possibly mean when she says, kookily no doubt, that her live shows are "like exorcisms"? That you will most likely encounter some terrifyingly high-pitched wailing? That they are absent of any spirit? Of course not – it is merely the latest in a long line of attempts by Welch to land a permanent guest editorship role on Private Eye's Luvvies column. You see, Flo has previous when it comes to "can kook, will kook" witterings on the nature of her art.

"I like weird people," she once opined. "Like, you know, dancing on the street, in the supermarket." With Florence, you don't have to be mad to quirk here, but it helps. Take last year's stretch of festival shows, after which she "left the stage, put my slippers on and ran through the carpark in my catsuit with my cape flying behind me, screaming: 'Go-oooooooooo!'"

There is, in fact, an almost limitless stream of this stuff filling up innocent Tumblr blogs. For example: "I spent my 16th birthday high as a kite, jumping out of a tree topless in my local park just because it felt amazing hitting the ground." Or: "I fall in love daily in different ways. You fall for, like, a skyline, or you kind of fall in love with a view." Or how about her revelation to Harper's Bazaar that: "My dad is amazing, he's the maitre d' of a campsite."

It is eye-opening stuff, and yes, our Flo even has an opinion on that: "Sometimes I can't open [my eyes] wide enough … it's so frustrating being trapped within the parameters of your physical self."

Certainly the body's limits can thwart you when you're striving to hit such lofty artistic peaks as, say, duetting with Dizzee Rascal on a cover of You've Got The Love. And given that this is the same reckless bohemian spirit that once went up to collect a Brit award and ended up personally thanking the editor of the NME for voting for her, it's hard to predict just what will come out of Florence's mouth next.

Well, other than the fact that it will probably involve pixies and make no sense whatsoever.