I couldn't work out what they were doing for ages. I was sitting at a table outside a café opposite. Then I saw the drone, high up in the air on the Royal Mile. They were smiling at it affectionately, and put their hands out to catch it as it came to land.
Here I am in Joby and the Hooligans playing my first bass, a Jedson. It was very cheap but very stylish: it had a cream coloured body and a white scratch-plate. I used black flatwound strings, which made a suitably thudding sound. We played this venue regularly; it moonlighted as a boxing venue, and we went to see Shakin' Stevens there. We wore our plastic sandals (some punks rocked that look) and had to leave before the gig started via the handy back entrance (fnurr, fnurr) because the exclusively Teddy-boy audience started buzzing in a menacing way. I also go-go danced to Fan Club's Moonbeam song in the same venue about a year later (this was roughly 1978), in a home-made Edwardian striped bathing suit. Hand sewn, as I didn't have a sewing machine.
