By unpopular demand, I have chucked another five of my slightly embarrassing pop interviews up on Medium. Actually, by this stage (Jan-Feb 1995) they’re slightly less cringe. Scotland’s M8 magazine was about to go full rave so there’s final two pieces for them: Michelle Gayle (compliments me on my soft hands), and Jamiroquai (gives as good as he gets, it’s fair to say). Then I started knocking stuff out for a studenty Glasgow mag called Bigwig. Even less money in it (ie none), but a chance to have a chinwag with My Life Story, the Boo Radleys and Salad. I still have a few more of these to ‘drop’ in the coming months until it sort of sputters out in autumn 1996 after a disastrous encounter with Suede. As I have told even my best pals, the only way you get to hear the full horror of that Suede interview, which I’ve never shared with anyone, is to read on to the end of the series.
Fresh from the 30-year-old hamster’s cage
