Just look back at some of the mid-winter pictures of the Highfield Road pitch, and be grateful.
I recall the day Ernie Machin went missing, presumed dead, for hours. 😉
You need to watch what Toyah makes a fuss of.
No, the Star. Bit further down and the other side of their gaff.
I think I've been in Coffee #1. Rings a faint bell anyway.
He will. Last time I saw Fripp and Toyah I nearly walked into them as they stepped out of their front door on the way back to my B&B from the pub a couple of doors down. Some lovely back gardens along there, backing onto the river.
They didn't start up until I was nineteen, but I suppose, as I still play their stuff a lot, I've listened to them for most of my life too. It shocked me when I realised that that 'most' is about 52 years.
Ferk me...