YOUR MAJESTY WE ARE HERE

Of course, we spend rehearsal time talking about Neil’s hangover, my trip down from Yorkshire, the poor plumbing in the studio kitchen and Steve’s hat. We drink tea, eat take away food and argue half-heartedly about bass lines. And we check the time. At first it seems that we will have nothing to do in the afternoon, then suddenly we are beginning to pack up and await the van. Always the same, hurry up, hang around, repeat.

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