Back in the early eighties, busking with my mate Pete Oswald, a big guy with the sort of voice your mum likes from Texas, we would constantly wind each other up. Because we were playing in Cologne, very few people used to catch the lyrics of the songs, which we subjected to horrible abuse. For instance, when Pete was trying to look straight-faced as we warbled the two part harmony of the Everyls' "Dream", I would come out with something like, "When I turn blue in the night"... I would never have to wait long for his revenge. He always corpsed me with something similar at the next opportunity.