Later, when it’s all over for the day, he reappears at the station, on his own, entirely unmolested, waiting for the train home. Nobody gives him a second glance. How can this man, so charismatic he can hold 80,000 people in the palm of his hand, slip entirely unnoticed through a busy station? “Well, that’s just another fallacy, that you can’t do that,” he says matter-of-factly. Surround yourself with bouncers and tell the press where you’re going and you’ve got yourself a circus, he reasons. Bon Jovi does the opposite and gets away with it, partly because people don’t expect to see Jon Bon Jovi queuing up at the newsstand.

I take the train to school in Camden everyday, for all I know I could have been lucky enough to, erm, molest him? Wait a second, nevermind.

Nevertheless, pretty cool.