Having arrived in Australia earlier this week with an array of monochrome, Cruella De Ville-inspired costumes Lady Gaga has admitted that her wacky outfits are as important to her as her vital organs.

Writing in her V Magazine column, the increasingly eccentric 25 year old claimed: ‘The lines for myself have become so blurred now, I know not the difference between a moment of performance and a moment of honesty.’

In a bizarre piece of writing, half manifesto – half confessional the ‘Bad Romance’ singer professed, ‘If you were to ask me to remove my Philip Treacy hat at a party, in truth it is the emotional and physical equivalent of requesting I remove my liver. I know not the difference between the hair that grows from my head and the teal wigs that grow from my imagination. They are the same. They are both honest, and always have been. I am always, and shall forever be, private in public.’

Is Gaga suffering from delusions of grandeur? Has she lost it completely, or is she simply embracing her ‘destiny’, which is apparently ‘to exist halfway between reality and fantasy at all times’.

Her comments have caused some critics to accuse her of morphing into a caricature of herself. To which she would retort: ‘They call me ‘theatrical,’ but I posit profusely that I am theatre, and that theatre is me. I am a show with no intermission.’ Which, let’s be honest, isn’t exactly going to help matters! We know not what to expect next.