The Star

It's not the first night we’ve spent together. About five years ago when he played my hometown we hooked up. He didn’t recognise me, I didn’t expect him to. I’d be surprised if he recognised himself. That half decade hadn't been kind. He was bloated: his body by drugs and his ego by fame.

I knew exactly what to expect. It’s an odd experience: you know it’s only ever going to be about an hour’s peek into that celebrity world. He was so out of it he’s almost on a different planet.

The Sun prints my story the next week.