The singer, 49, talks about surviving boarding school and Kosovo, partying in Ibiza and tinkering with his Wiki page
Friendships only lasted two years in my childhood. My dad was an army helicopter pilot so we moved every two years: Hong Kong, Cyprus, Germany, Yorkshire, Hampshire. We’d arrive and my mother would push me out and tell me to knock on doors looking for other kids.
The recorder is a terrible instrument. My mother made me take it up when I could barely walk. Then at four she started me on the violin. I’d learn with other children, dancing round a hot cross bun. On reflection, it might well have been Satanic. It was the 1970s, I suppose.
