But this gust of hot air was nothing compared with her mini meltdown over the electric fans.
She stopped mid set because they were blowing too much air in her face and the roadies rushed on to fix them.
She blasted: “Urgh, these fans, I just want to fix them. It’s just never how I want it.
"Don’t you think that if I want the fans to blow air *appropriately then that’s what we need to have?
"Why are there so many things that I must do myself around here?”
She broke into an ad-lib song, as they were adjusted, then said: “That’s so much better now I can sing a song and try to sing it to every single person in here tonight.”
At least the venue was far from full, so she wasn’t moaning in front of a packed house.
