My father left me when I was a kid. I didn’t see him until I made it, and then he sort of blackmailed his way into my life through the press. I refused to see him and then I finally let him in. I started supporting him, looking after him. And then I went to therapy [laughs], and sort of re-remembered how sort of furious I was in the depths of my soul about being left as a child–you know I mean I understand people leaving their children because they can’t cope, or whatever the reasons, but you don’t understand when you’re feeling your own misery. So I came out of the therapy and told him ‘get the hell out.’ He did get the hell out and I wish I hadn’t really because he was, you know, everybody has their problems, including wayward fathers.