Lets not forget The Primitives in a big tent somewhere outside Lerwick , when a certain young lady that Knight sneaked round the bag of the tent for a piss and promptly proceeded to relieve herself all over the generator, cutting the power and making the pages of the Melody Maker the very next issue. Er, re Julian Cope at Brae Hall, for reasons that I choose to forget, I was dressed up (badly) as Mr Blobby that night and had the pleasure of dancing with Mr Cope in all my spotted pink glory on stage for a minute or two. My finest hour? Probably!