“In 2012, I was dispatched to a posh London hotel to interview Usher about his new album, Looking 4 Myself. Not unexpectedly, the interviews were running late. He was ‘just finishing up with another journalist,’ I was told. Clearly, their last question was a killer – because two hours later, he still hadn’t appeared.
“Eventually, a flunky came in and told Usher’s PR in the world’s least convincing whisper: ‘Uh, he’s fallen asleep and no-one wants to wake him. What will I do?’
“Luckily, he woke up just 45 minutes later and folded himself into an armchair for a slightly drowsy chat. As I was wrapping up, the conversation turned to his fans. ‘Has anyone ever told you they’ve conceived a child to one of your songs?’ I asked.
“‘I certainly know of one,’ he replied, fixing me straight in the eye. ‘My son.'”