Music

In 1993, my friend Roland said: “Why don’t we form a band?”.

We didn’t own any instruments.

We had never had a single lesson in playing one.

A week later – having had a music shop owner take pity enough to sell me a guitar for £60, and having bartered for an old drum kit the music dept at school was discarding – five of us met to “rehearse” at my friend’s house, a farm in the middle of the Cheshire countryside.

We made a horrendous cacophony for about an hour, before we headed to the pub.

Almost 30 years later though, I am still obsessed with making music.