Mickey, who was looking as human as ever as he took a stroll in New York yesterday, has admitted that a priest helped save his life as he battled with drink and drug addiction.

He said:

"One day I looked in the mirror and I saw myself the way others saw me. I saw the armour and I scared the f**k out of myself.

 

"I did see a priest for a while, a great one who stopped me from blowing my brains out. We'd go in the basement, he'd pour me a glass of wine, we'd smoke cigarettes, and then we'd pray. But I needed a shrink too, so I forced myself to go.

 

"I had to learn not to let people push my buttons, find out what was triggering all this rage, and stop throwing things away. I've barely missed a therapy session in over a decade, and that takes willpower."

Which he left accidentally left behind during his recent stay in London...