A seated Peter Steele slapped one of his steel-girder thighs and trained his intense gaze upon me. “Hello sonny,” he boomed. “Come sit on my knee.” I like to think Pete didn’t just say this to all the journalists, although he may have played me for a fool. In any case, I opted for the more traditional approach of sitting in a chair beside him. Disappointing, I know… On that particular day in the mid-90s, we were in a Portakabin, backstage at some Dutch festival. I had interviewed Pete several times before, and I always looked forward to doing so again. When you sat down to quiz the Type O Negative leader, you were delving as far as you could into the depths of a fascinating and absorbing character. The first time I met Peter Steele, he visited the Kerrang! office by himself....