I was interviewing again yesterday- I do hope the recording is ok: no headphones till London. We sat on the studio floor where I inadvertently parked my bum on a gobbet of discarded chewing gum. Finn MCardle gave Martin and myself a lift to their gig at Blackhall Mill and I asked for a plastic bag to sit on so I didn't ruin Finn's car seats. Martin had bought him a Hawaiian shirt in Flip for his birthday and he offered that, so I took the shirt out and sat on it during the journey.
After we got to the gig we were saying hello and getting the gear in; we'd been there for about 20 minutes when I realised that the big plastic bag had followed me in, and was firmly stuck to my Harris, flapping silently behind me like a dutiful tail. How embarrassing!