I am woman, hear me roar

Tori Amos balls her hands into fists, then plants them on my face. She eyeballs me. “Hmmm?” she says.

Yes, I stutter. She must be feeling very cold indeed.

Approximately 20 seconds into a 20-minute interview, Amos, the woman who once suckled a piglet on an album sleeve, has already managed to unnerve me. She grins and sits back down in the suite at the Westbury Hotel in Dublin.

In an adjoining room, ...