Luckily I know I didn't come from The West Country, although a drummer in a band I was in evolved from a mixer in The British Rail concrete works in Taunton.

I'll refer to him as Fred because neither he nor I would want the world to know we were called Masturbating Malcolm and the Arsehole Lubricators. And Phil Horsham is so respectable these days.. Er.. I mean Fred.

(We supported The Damned at Retford Porter House once, and our finale was The Sweet's Ballroom Blitz. About a year later, I saw them in Sheffield and they had started singing it too. Rat Scabies "borrowed" our middle cymbal whilst I'm getting it off my chest..)

Cecil Sharpe may have liked our punk version of The Bonny Black Hare, or maybe not.