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I'm still not at number 1, am I? I never shall. Rather like that old poof in Withnail & I, I shall never play the Dane. I don't have any memories of reading poems with buttery fingers while sculling the Thames at Oxford, though. My recollection of Andy Rourke voiding his stomach all over the forecourt of a petrol station next to a Happy Eater just outside Oxford isn't quite as romantically consoling, to be honest.
Anyway, as you may have guessed, all this travelling about I've been doing quite a lot of recently has meant I'm more or less living out of a suitcase. And the strangest thing is, I still pack my suitcase according to the instructions in my sister's Brownie Guide Handbook. Shoes around the outside, a carrier for your dirties, sponge-bag near the top, etc etc etc.
This made me wonder how the rest of the lads manage, and the results weren't surprising. Gary seems to have worn the same pair of cuffed Levi's since April, and changes his T-shirt about once a week. His method of packing is, apparently, "Eh? I chuck everything in me suitcase and sit on the lid." Boz is supplied with clean undies (these are rumoured to be grey Y-fronts: I am relieved to tell you I have no proof as to whether or not this is true) whenever Mrs Boz can come to the gigs (which seems to be very often). Boz packs in a very methodical way - he sees clothes as a way to pad his guitars inside their cases so they won't break. Jesse has a selection of luggage by Louis Vuitton (though I suspect the mis-spelling of Louise Vuttion suggests that Gary helped him to acquire this with the help of his friend at Walthamstow market) and always makes use of the hotel trouser press. Mike has a very clever contraption which looks like an enormous chest, but is in fact a mobile wardrobe. Apparently it was a family heirloom. The drummer... erm... who is it this week?
Do you think if I set up an Ebay account, I could make a bit of pin-money for myself selling my shirts? Would people prefer ripped or unripped, sweaty or freshly laundered? These are tricky questions to which answers are elusive.
Anyway, as you may have guessed, all this travelling about I've been doing quite a lot of recently has meant I'm more or less living out of a suitcase. And the strangest thing is, I still pack my suitcase according to the instructions in my sister's Brownie Guide Handbook. Shoes around the outside, a carrier for your dirties, sponge-bag near the top, etc etc etc.
This made me wonder how the rest of the lads manage, and the results weren't surprising. Gary seems to have worn the same pair of cuffed Levi's since April, and changes his T-shirt about once a week. His method of packing is, apparently, "Eh? I chuck everything in me suitcase and sit on the lid." Boz is supplied with clean undies (these are rumoured to be grey Y-fronts: I am relieved to tell you I have no proof as to whether or not this is true) whenever Mrs Boz can come to the gigs (which seems to be very often). Boz packs in a very methodical way - he sees clothes as a way to pad his guitars inside their cases so they won't break. Jesse has a selection of luggage by Louis Vuitton (though I suspect the mis-spelling of Louise Vuttion suggests that Gary helped him to acquire this with the help of his friend at Walthamstow market) and always makes use of the hotel trouser press. Mike has a very clever contraption which looks like an enormous chest, but is in fact a mobile wardrobe. Apparently it was a family heirloom. The drummer... erm... who is it this week?
Do you think if I set up an Ebay account, I could make a bit of pin-money for myself selling my shirts? Would people prefer ripped or unripped, sweaty or freshly laundered? These are tricky questions to which answers are elusive.