It’s a cold, drizzly day in Paris. The kind of day where even sunlight is tinged with a dismal grey. People hurriedly run their errands with hoods up and heads down, eager to escape the bitter drabness of it all. An unassuming man in a leather jacket and beanie approaches the glass door of the dive bar Kerrang! are setting up in, swings it open and casually enters to survey his new, warmer, and much more metal surroundings. “Alright?” he offers, casually, shaking hands with the small crack K! team who made the trip over the Channel this morning. No entourage or blacked-out-window taxi; not really the sort of entrance you’d expect from one of the most famous men in heavy metal. Bruce Dickinson has lived in Paris for a few years now, and has just married his French ...