Well, there was that one where he could smell the burger van.

A couple of years back. Yes he cancelled, no warning, just a hastily typed up notice stuck to the door of the venue.Which meant that the two of us had no recourse but to down some ales in a rather dull east end pub and then retire to the nearby hotel where we ruminated that this was the most expensive night down the pub we'd ever had.

Some months later, the hotel taking our dosh for the second time, (and the train company, come to that),we returned for the rescheduled gig and, thankfully, it wasn't cancelled - even though close perusal of th'interweb had shown that the tour was in complete shambles, with dates being dropped all over the place.

The gig was wonderful, apart from the horrendous pre-gig music on the p.a.,(actively painful opera).
Whether the man gave us the performance of his life, (since the many cancellations around the country suggested that he must've been at death's door), or was just being a prima donna 'cause he didn't feel like playing the whole tour, we'll never know. I loved the gig and will have no hesitation in passing up the chance to risk any more money buying tickets to see him in the future.