Let's all have a dis-co.

It happens sometimes. It’s worse when the audience knows them all. I always try and look at Graham. Sometimes I don’t come in at the right time. What I hate more than anything is when I’ve done a little introduction to the next song and it’s the wrong song and the band are all looking at me. That happens a lot. And Graham will not play the song I’ve introduced. He’ll only play the song that’s written on the paper. He won’t give a fucking inch. He makes me feel like it’s an enormous inconvenience for him.

I’m liberated, but I still wish men would kiss each other more.

Mali Music was Britpop. I am Britpop. I embrace it. It deserves more than a self indulgent book and a half-cocked film. It’s not over yet.