You can almost smell the Glasgow Apollo

...although, like, I know it's not the Apollo, but what with the patched jeans, and the centre-parted long hair, and the lead breaks (that aren't really proper guitar player lead breaks but we didn't care) and the sideburns, and the waistcoat, and the bounce, (oh, the bounce!) and most of all - most of all - a proper drummer's semmit...this is almost like being there again.

This probably defined a fair bit of what I choose to call my, ahem, image through secondary school and University. And if I was still physically capable of growing my hair, then it probably still would.

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