Poor old Ronan Keating has been bitterly upset by a frosty shoulder from Thom Yorke. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now:
"I still love the music – he's just an idiot."
Of course, we only have one side of this story, and then not even a full side - did Keating introduce himself, or just assume that Yorke would recognise him? If Keating is such a fan (and it's hard to imagine how he could be; it's like picturing Bernard Matthews claiming to be a devotee of a vegan chef) perhaps he'd have been aware that Yorke is pretty shy and might find the approach of a despoiler of music hard to deal with?
Yes, yes, politeness costs nothing, and it doesn't reflect well on Yorke that he couldn't at least grunt something encouraging back at Keating - "I've read some great slash fiction featuring you", perhaps, or "Your mate seemed alright when he was in Coronation Street" - but it's akin to James Morrison's complaints about Madonna the other week: you'd have thought people who get it themselves would understand that there are times you might not appreciate having your personal space invaded by a well-meaning idiot demanding your attention.