Ed Sheeran: I got hammered and cracked Justin Bieber in the face with a golf club

As he releases his third album , the biggest male pop star on the planet talks about his most surreal moments of fame, being mobbed on easyJet and why he built a pub in his garden

In the private dining room of a central London hotel, Ed Sheeran is telling me about the time he smashed Justin Bieber in the face with a golf club. We were in Japan. Wed been out to a dive bar. He just drank water and I got hammered. Then we went to a golf course, and he lay on the floor and put a golf ball in his mouth and told me to hit it out of his mouth. I was like, Fuck, I need to aim this properly, and I swung. And you know in films when someone gets punched, and you hear that fake sound, like a slap? But in real life when someone gets punched, you hear that dull thud, a bit sickening? I heard a sound like the last one, and saw his security guard looking at me like he pulls a horrified expression. Id cracked Justin Bieber right in the cheek with a golf club. That was, he concludes, one of those What the fuck? moments.

Sheeran looks pretty much the same as he did the last time I interviewed him, backstage at the Brixton Academy five years ago, although I get the feeling his glasses might be a little more upscale, the baggy skatewear slightly more stylish and expensive. Frankly, you would hope so. Then, he was a 20-year-old singer-songwriter who had unexpectedly sold 1m copies of his debut album, +. Today, he is the biggest male pop star in the world. Not long after those Brixton gigs and in part thanks to the patronage of Taylor Swift he broke America. The rest is just mind-boggling statistics: 24 hours after it was released, his recent single Shape Of You had been streamed 6,868,642 times on Spotify alone; within a week, it had been streamed 53m times. He is too polite to say so himself, but the charts are filled not just with his records at the time of writing, he occupies three out of the top four places in the singles chart but with records that sound like him. The records that sound like him frequently do so because he wrote them: he has penned songs for everyone from Robbie Williams to the Weeknd. The question isnt really whether Sheerans third album, , is going to be a hit, so much as whether its sales figures are going to rival those of Adeles record-breaking 25.

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If he looks the same, his manner seems slightly different. He is still affable, self-deprecating, funny as nice and down-to-earth a multi-platinum global star who has smashed Justin Bieber in the face with a golf club as you could wish to meet albeit slightly more guarded and concerned about how things will look in print: more than once, he interrupts himself with a plaintive: Do I sound like a cunt?

I try to be as honest as possible, he says, because I think the moment youre media-trained and hold back things, you become one of them, but its getting harder because every time I give an interview, theres three news stories about what Ive said in it the next day.

But aside from that, there is something else a steely confidence and ambition about his music and career that either wasnt there or I failed to notice last time around. He is blithely unbothered by hanging out with other musicians who have said they dont like what he does I know Noel Gallagher doesnt like my music, but I get on with him as a person, so why does it fucking matter? and professes to no longer care what critics think about him. I was self-conscious about it on my first album, because Id never had any success, Id never sold any records, never sold a ticket, and I was terrified that it would be over in an instant. The album got panned by the critics and I was like: Fuck, this is it. But now Im at a point where, even if I get a one-star review for every album I release for the rest of my life, Ill still be able to play music.

He talks about how 2017 is going to be his year, how happy and settled he is with his girlfriend, Cherry Seaborn, an old school friend; how all the artists he sees as competition Adele, Beyonc, Taylor, Drake, the Weeknd, Bruno have already put albums out, so has kind of a clear lane. When I ask how he would feel if it did well, but sold less than its predecessor, 2014s 14m-shifting x, he says: Ill bet you anything now it wont. I dont think theres any possibility it will. The next album, I promise you, will sell less, but this album will sell more. I dont think Ill have a year like this again.

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In fact, he says, hes less interested in how it sells than being something like Damien Rices O, that in my lifetime is one of the most important records for me. Id love for some kid who in 20 years time is a huge artist to be like, Wow, that album. Hes proud of its contents, of the work he put in to ensure its the biggest fucking pop album it could be. It took him at least three goes to get it right, he says: hundreds of songs written, hundreds discarded or handed over to other artists. One of the ones he let go was a jokey thing hed written with Rihanna in mind, with the hook: If you like the way you look so much, you should go and fuck yourself. With the lyric suitably cleaned up, it went to Justin Bieber and became Love Yourself globally, the biggest-selling single of 2016. He wrote so many songs he started forgetting hed written them: when the producer Diplo contacted him, asking if Major Lazer could use a track called Cold Water that his co-author, Benny Blanco,had passed his way, he had no recollection of writing it. It went to No 1 in 17 countries. On the other hand, he doggedly fought his record company to include a track called Galway Girl, which seems faintly telling. Most artists wouldntget in a pitched battle with their label over something wildly uncommercial, but Sheeran ended up locking horns with his over a bodhrn and fiddle-bedecked jig that one suspects is going to blare out of Irish theme pubs for eternity. It reminds me of something the marketing manager at his record label told me five years ago, about how his constantly talking to journalists about winsome acoustic duo Nizlopi or, as she put it, bloody Nizlopi had left her tearing [her] hair out: Theyre not a band that I would exalt as particularly cool, but then Im not Ed Hes not cool. Well, hes cool in that hes a cool guy, but hes not, like, a wannabe hipster. He doesnt give a shit.

Sheeran says of his label: They were really, really against Galway Girl, because apparently folk music isnt cool. But theres 400m people in the world that say theyre Irish, even if theyre not Irish. You meet them in America all the time: Im a quarter Irish and Im from Donegal. And those type of people are going to fucking love it. My argument was always: well, the Corrs sold 20m records. The label would say, Oh the Corrs, that was years ago, but whos tried it since the Corrs? Theres a huge gap in the market, and I promise you that in two years time there will be a big folk band that comes up thats pop, and that will happen as a result of labels being like: Oh shit, if he can put a fiddle and uilleann pipe on it, then we can try it as well.

Galway Girl aside, perhaps the most striking track on is its opener, Eraser, a hip-hop influenced track that, among other things, suggests money is the root of all evil and fame is hell. It feels odd coming from Sheeran, who seems to have been navigating the choppy waters of global celebrity with enviable ease. There has been no drink- or drug-assisted crash, no public meltdown, no scandal, no former friends or partners selling lurid stories to the tabloids, just a speedy but steady ascent into pops upper echelons, his famous affability securing him a plethora of celebrity friends.

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Apparently, though, adjusting to success hasnt been as straightforward as it might appear. He is, he says, having a fucking great time for 90% of the time, but the other 10% he can kind of wake up and think: I had so much more fun when I was broke, sofa-surfing. I felt like more of an artist. Part of the issue is money: according to Forbes, he earned $33m (26.78m) last year alone. It is, he says, a distinct improvement on the pre-fame days when he was reduced to sleeping rough after gigs I dont have that worry in my mind any more, when its 11 oclock at the venue and youve made no money and you have to get a train home, but you have no money for the train home and you have nowhere to stay and on one level, he seems to be enjoying the fruits of his success in fine style: I did what any bloke would do sorted my family out, bought a sports car that I never drive because I look like a tit in it, bought a house and built a pub in my garden. I spoke to every dude I know and I was like, What would you do in the same position? and they went Build a pub. On the other hand, he seems faintly troubled by his wealth.

Moneys such a weird thing. The way it changes certain people around you, the attitude they have towards you, and it changes the people you think it wouldnt change. Just small things. I remember being in a club with a couple of friends that I was close to, we ran up this hefty bar bill it was 700 quid or something and I sorted it at the end of the night, then left. I got a call the next morning from the bar: Oh, your mates came back later and they ran up another 600-quid bill and they just said to charge it to you. He sighs. I know thats a proper first-world problem, but you just see people youre close to seeing you as a cash machine rather than a mate, like if they hang around you theyll get stuff from you. Whereas my mates back in Suffolk, as soon as we get to the pub theyll buy me a drink. Small things like that, rather than going out at the end of the night and kind of sneaking off.

There are other issues. A couple of years ago, thanks to a slightly convoluted set of circumstances involving cutting short a holiday with friends in order to shoot a scene in The Bastard Executioner, a historical drama he had a guest role in, he ended up taking a flight from Benidorm to London on my own, no friends, no security, at two in the morning, on easyJet, with all the pissed Benidorm lot. Couldnt even wear a hat or a hood because it was so fucking hot, so I was just out there in the open.

You could imagine this proving to be a trying two hours, but it genuinely seems to have permanently traumatised him. Horrendous. The worst experience of my life. Like so bad, that I started getting panic attacks. Ive never had anxiety in my life, its been something I read about in interviews with other artists and thought, Thank fuck I dont have that. Its just something that happened quite recently. I get really claustrophobic. Like, theres no way I could do this interview out there he jerks his thumb towards the door, on the other side of which lurks the hotel lobby I just dont like groups of people that I dont know any more, I cant do crowds any more. I can go to a pub, but only if its a pub that no one would go to. So me and Cherry go to a pub near where I live for Sunday lunch, we get a little corner table out of the way, and thats fine. I can do that, but standing in a pub, no, I couldnt do that. Couldnt do it.

Around the time of his 2015 Wembley Stadium gigs he was the first artist ever to play the venue completely solo, just him and his guitar and his loop pedal onstage he was really going up the wall, as he puts it. All of those things that when you get into the industry people say Be careful of this, be careful of that, I was doing all of them. At one point he found himself crying in front of, improbably enough, the David Brent film: When he was paying his band to hang out with them, it was like, Shit, Ive definitely been in that situation. So he unplugged himself from social media and went travelling for a year: Iceland, Ghana, Japan, a visit to Liberia for Comic Relief. He talks about how much he loved it: the anonymity, being away from selfie culture, where everyones trying to show people how amazing their life is. Does he think he could walk away permanently? Not from music, but I could walk away from being this massive, so long as I controlled it. Im not continually going to have this ambition. I know Im not always going to maintain it. Ive played Wembley Stadium three nights in a row and if I end my career doing one night at Shepherds Bush, its fine, because Ive achieved it. Ive won the awards youre meant to win, sold the records youre meant to sell. I never did it for money, and I dont really need any more money. At the end of the day, I make music to make music and as long as I can keep doing that for the rest of my life, it doesnt really matter. I was talking to Taylor about this, actually: the moment we see it fading, its like, Right, time to have kids! Its fun now, in my 20s, but theres more to life than selling millions of records.

He laughs. Actually, I dont know. When it starts fading, it might completely destroy me. We should do an interview when that happens. And then he signs some autographs for my kids, offers a manly hug goodbye, and heads out for a meal with Russell Crowe: Im taking Gladiator out to dinner! How cool is that? Thats the other bad side-effect of fame, he says. Its turned him into a terrible name-dropper. But Im a kid from Suffolk, not that attractive, literally grew up in the middle of nowhere, who now has the opportunity to move in a Hollywood world where people Ive grown up watching want to hang out with me, and Im really fucking excited by that, he shrugs. I dont care what people think. Theyd do exactly the same thing in my situation.

is released on Atlantic on 3 March.

Read more: https://www.theguardian.com/music/2017/mar/02/ed-sheeran-i-got-hammered-and-cracked-justin-bieber-in-the-face-with-a-golf-club

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