“Someone threw an empty cup onstage in Fort Lauderdale. For some reason I threw it back and shouted, ‘There’s nothing in this, you c**t! If you’re gonna buy me a drink, buy me a fucking drink!’ I’ve said lots of offensive things, which I won’t repeat. The worst thing wasn’t something I said, but something that happened. I used to wind up an air-raid siren, but I was wearing a kind of string vest, which got caught in the siren’s mechanism. You can’t stop a siren once it starts, and it proceeded to pull my vest apart in slow motion. I stood there like an idiot as it unravelled while a roadie tried to find me another T-shirt!”