Even through 45-year-old eyes and an ice-white rock star smile, the little kid in Brandon Flowers often bursts out. He’s there, still awestruck and amazed, when he tells you about last night’s Michelin-starred meal at Ambassadors Clubhouse, meeting Bernard Sumner for the first time at an NME Awards urinal (“he pulled right up next to me and started singing Somebody Told Me”), or having Happy Birthday sung to him at a party at Elton John’s Windsor abode at the weekend.
“They brought a cake out,” The Killers’ frontman and indie rock Peter Pan beams, perched fit and good-spirited on a sofa in his London record company offices. “If you would have told me when I was a kid that Elton John was gonna sing me happy birthday one day…” He shakes his head, forever five on the inside. “It’s insane.”
