How could I bullshit my way through the mire of trying to make “I’ve got another album and a tour coming up” sound remotely interesting a fifth time round???? Spin a yarn perhaps. Paul is dead, coke up the arse through a straw, pact with the devil style, whopper. Anything to detract from the monochrome reality of “i just write songs and i play on me playstation and smoke bud”. But fabricating fairytales would be wank and my mum would do her nut frankly.
So the truth it is. I’m resolved to tell it to you.
Sheffield was great. A genuine sense of excitement the air. I had my thing and it was beginning to go well. It felt proper too. Lyrical. About something. We had a different sound to most of the guitar bands. A brilliant first record. John Cooper Clarke liked my stuff. I was top bollocks in our village.