'When I arrived in London from sunny Bournemouth to learn French at Goldsmiths College, drinking was one of the things I liked doing most. Already there was an affinity, there was a thirst and there was Graham Coxon getting out of his parents' car. The very first person I clapped eyes on. He was an inspirational drinker. It was pure ballistics with us in those days. We'd launch ourselves headlong into giggling raspberry-blowing oblivions by night. I was on the roof; throwing everything out of the window. How we laughed. Quoting Barthes and Baudrillard and trying hard to find the meaning of the meaning all over the place.' - Alex James, BLUR -





















