Don't let the sun go down on your good manners, Elton John...

Maybe it's someone at work, who's further up in the hierarchy and so talks to you like dirt to affirm their place on top of the pile. Maybe it's the haughty shop assistant in a high-end store that follows you around because you're not dressed to buy 'designer'.

If you've never been on the rubbish end of this stick, maybe it's you that's brandishing it. I'm talking to people like you, Elton John. Can You Feel the Love Tonight? Neither do we.

This week, at a concert in Gloucester, Elton made a woman cry for trying to do her job. He's known for singing lovely, heart-felt songs such as Candle in the Wind, but where was his heart when he was launching a foul-mouthed tirade on this poor steward?

Elt had become angry after seeing fans being told to sit down and stop waving their arms in the air.

"You f*****g stewards, who do you think you are? This is my f*****g concert, who are you?" the 68-year-old singer reportedly said from the stage. "Especially you with the f*****g blonde ponytail. Yes you, this isn't f*****g China, now p**s off."

And with all that effing and jeffing, the poor blonde ponytailed steward was seen leaving the venue in tears.

Sure, no one wants to be told by a steward to put their hands down. Only two weeks ago at a show in Wolverhampton I was told off for jumping to my feet with glee in a seated area. I felt horrible then, so I can't imagine how terrible it feels to have Elton John call you out in front of everyone. But if those are the venue rules, those are the rules. It's not that blonde-haired steward's fault. Elton later apologised, but the damage was done. No doubt in her house, 'Elton' is now a dirty word, never to be uttered.

It's really frustrating to find yourself trampled under the heels of those who talk to you disrespectfully to further elevate themselves. I went to New York five years ago, and on a tour, the guide told us not to go into one particular designer store unless we were dressed in this season's high fashions. Like that scene in Pretty Woman, the staff would refuse to talk to you if you were dressed shoddily. With my band T-shirt and jeans – as shoddy as it gets – I had no chance. And what a disgusting thing. Just because I'm not clad in Louboutins, doesn't mean I couldn't afford them if I wanted them. I can't, but that's not the point . . . Who are these shop assistants to judge me, anyway? Are they themselves on $200-an-hour wages? If they were, would that actually mean anything? It surely isn't free reign to be an Elton to people, is it?

In fact, I can't think of any excuse for being an Elton, ever. As one of the new cast of Benefits Street almost said, we're all born the same and we die the same (her turn of phrase was much less censored though, and instead it referred to more unsavoury bodily functions).

Even Elton himself has no reason to be a nightmare. Yes, he's in a really wonderful position, but only because people bought his records. Without the everyman paying their hard-earned cash to keep him relevant, he wouldn't be standing in front of a huge crowd lambasting a steward for doing her job at all. He wouldn't even be a steward – he doesn't look like he'd have any idea how to forcibly eject someone for rule- breaking. Not without getting his massive, star-shaped specs knocked off, anyway.

He's not the only person chucking their celeb weight around this week. Kate Moss was apparently kicked off a flight from Turkey for calling a pilot a 'basic b***h' and swigging her own vodka after being refused service. Not exactly model behaviour.

But she's not the first model to be a pain in the bum on a plane. In 2008, Naomi Campbell was banned from flying with BA for kicking and spitting at police officers as they removed her from a plane following a row over baggage.

Naomi held up a plane for almost an hour as it waited to take off to LA from Heathrow because some of her baggage was missing. Miles Sutherland, captain of the plane, went to speak to Naomi, a court heard, but she made no attempt to listen. In her fury, she yelled: "Get me another flight, get the press, get me my lawyer."

It amuses me endlessly to imagine myself, as a member of the press, beckoned to Naomi's side during the ruckus. What was she expecting? Maybe I'd have tapped her on the head with my biro and insisted she pull herself together, but aside from reporting what a big massive baby she was being, what else could I do? As the little sister of two older siblings, I learned at an early age that screaming and shouting never got me my own way. I wonder why Naomi, or Elton, never learnt this lesson? Through all of the training they get in the pursuit of their own jobs – singing or catwalking – were they never taught the value of being calm and composed?

Elton is, in many ways, a wonderful man. He's worked tirelessly for years for good causes and his charity efforts cannot be denied. But kindness should extend to the person making your coffee, or keeping your crowd under control too. There are not levels of people that deserve better treatment than others, and how would he feel if someone spoke to one of his children like that, leaving them crying?

As a journalist, I see both sides of the coin. If I'm invited to a restaurant by a press team, the service is always stellar, the food amazing, and they go above and beyond to leave me with a good impression. However, when I go to a restaurant as a normal customer, the service is rarely ever as good. Staff can flit from rude to exceptional in the flash of a press pass. That's simply just not fair. Surely everyone should be afforded exactly the same experience?

In 2011, Foo Fighters played at the iTunes Festival in London. Frontman Dave Grohl stopped that show with a foul-mouthed tirade, but this time for all the right reasons.

Midway through a song, Dave noticed a man fighting in the crowd. Aware that it was causing a disruption to other gig-goers, Dave stopped the song and pointed the man out, just as Elton had with the blonde ponytail lady. "You don't come to my show and fight! You come to my show and dance!" he said, before using a few expletives and telling the man to leave. If you're going to start swearing and pointing the finger at people, at least do it with everyone's best intentions at heart.

Maybe the Rocket Man could learn a thing or two from Dave about how to handle things.

Elton, Don't go Breaking my Heart. Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word, but if you don't act like an idiot, it's no Sacrifice. It's that, or you can Crocodile Rock off.