This suits the Sheffield crowd - out to strike a pose at the Poly or for a bit of a bop on a Sunday night - most of whom think that merengue is something you put on lemon pie.…

Mal likes the herky-jerky, het-up racket we make, and offers to help out on vocals. Nothing permanent, more like a footballer going out on loan because he wants more game-time, even if it means dropping down a division.…

All the band members look terrific, a pop group from the pen of Tex Avery, decked out in McLaren and Vivien Westwood’s ‘Sun, Gold & Piracy’ look from their Worlds End shop in Chelsea. Not a swash remains unbuckled.…

Jim is one of rock’s great crouchers. So good in fact that you want to stick a football between his haunches and quickly assemble another ten wee Glaswegian lads for a team photograph.…

Lost my virginity and my band. Some weekend. Both events had been foreshadowed for a while, but to have experienced the ecstasy and the agony within twenty-four hours has left me both delighted and disappointed,…

Date night. I know Ava Greene from the office next door. We chanced upon (nay, jumped upon) each during a drunken session at The Limit Club a few weeks ago. It was the kind of…