I was a roadie at some venues in Manchester. Gary Glitter appeared at one of them in the twilight of his career.
He used his own caravan as a changing room with a bit of tarpaulin stretched across to the firedoor. A class act. He used a yamaha 125 to drive on for leader of the gang. Yes, a truly class act.
Anyway, my mate and fellow roadie Dean put on one of Mr Glitter's suits and was doing a jokey Glitter routine. In walks gary glitter, and stands behind Dean. You know the score. Dean carries on oblivious, we're trying to discretely draw attention to the fact that the owner of the funny spangly suit is stood behind him looking most vexed. He was a complete get on Dean. A more public humiliation of a meek lickul roadie I have yet to see. He was truly vitriolic. Which was weird coming from a short fat bald guy in a wig and a silver suit, but there you go.
On the positive side, in the middle of his tirade on Dean, some 10 yr old scally stuck his head through the tarpaulin, looked at Glitterman in his full regalia and said "**** ell who's that fat bastid".
Glitter, for disrespecting Dean Bembo, you should die. End of. Everything else is incidental.