The musician, 45, talks about his five sisters and two-year-old son, streakers on stage, worrying about songwriting and earning accolades from Paul McCartney
We’ve only ever had one streaker, two years ago in Bristol. God knows how he got past security. My first thoughts were for his safety, so I decided the best thing was to dance with him and cop a feel of his bum for the audience’s amusement.
I grew up with five older sisters, a younger brother and a wonderful mother. We boys were spoilt rotten by the girls. I lost my dad last year. My eldest sister and her partner nursed him to his death in their house, so he was surrounded by people singing and joking. He said he’d never felt so loved. It was sad, remarkable and lovely all at the same time.