One of the great things about touring with a band is that it gets me away from my little west London bubble and out and about around the towns and cities that I haven’t been to in quite some time. So off we go with my new boots and panties and my escape-from-the-band book, Larry McMurtry’s The Last Picture Show, loaned to me by your very own Michael Henderson. The revamped, reformed, post-Sex Pistols punk popsters The Professionals are on their way.
First stop Exeter and the obligatory stop-off for the Spinal Tap Stonehenge band photo. It has to be done. The film still strikes a chord with every band, and we’ve all had our very own Spinal Tap moments. I remember us going to the wrong stage at a festival with The Pistols once, and hearing our intro tape begin to play, far away on another stage.
I wake up in Manchester’s Premier Inn (no expense spared) and get stuck into a full English (no crushed avocado on toast here) alongside the construction workers who are rebuilding the Deansgate area into a mini-Manhattan.
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