The ones that Ade took of me as Elvis in Edinburgh, launching myself through the crowd to serenade some poor woman are particularly gratifying.
Ade was a complete prince from the moment I met him, so in a moment of love and weakness I give him my Fender Telecaster.
Ade, who usually stashes his food for after the gig, is partaking hot for a change and, once he sees me piling into a rather lovely lemon cheesecake, he even has afters.