The great thing about the Roebuck was that it opened at 10a.m. on Market Day. If we had a Wednesday off, this is where you'd find us, yarning to the locals over a pint of Draught Bass or Marston's Pedigree. I remember me and Nick Egan, the bass player, having a long session on a glorious day, and falling asleep on my little balcony. We woke with sunstroke. Sounds funny now, it wasn't at the time.
The two of us drank a bottle that night. When we got back to the Hilton we were told the security guards were on strike. That was all we needed to create chaos.
I landed a dream job with the BBC as a rock show presenter, then as a journalist. Nick and John went back to work, successfully, Pete Cornell disappeared for a long time, and Les Hunt, after we both left Demon, joined Climax Blues Band. There's a distinct lack of good stories here, and there are lots of them, maybe for another time.