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We couldn’t put the heater on. There was only just enough fuel to get us back as it was. So for the rest of the night we took turns trying to kip in the cab, where it was warmest, and Barney sat there, snug as a bug and twice as smug, while we froze. Whoever it was who said that ‘no man is an island’ never met Bernard.
during a group meeting in a pub in Piccadilly, it was decided that we were all going to bleach our hair. The next day I bought a hair kit called ‘Born Blonde’. It cost £1.25, dead expensive. Got home, put the plastic cap on, bleached my hair, got a clip round the ear from my mum for it. She hated it – hated anything like that, God rest her soul. She kicked the shit out of me when I got my first tattoo, then didn’t speak to me for three weeks. I was thirty-two!
So, I got my sound from Jean-Jacques and my strap from Paul Simonon. I’m so pleased I never got into Level 42.
Hannett, meanwhile, was counting his blessings. He loved the ‘space’ in Joy Division’s sound and was especially impressed with Steve Morris’s drumming – not to mention the fact that the band never argued with him. ‘They were a gift to a producer,’ he said, ‘because they didn’t have a clue.’
The next time I saw him was through the roof of one of those huge stretch limos, and he was . . . Well, let’s just leave it there.”
“I liked OMD a lot as a group. I always thought they were really, really good; nice guys, too. Although it was those two who got me into cocaine, the bastards, at the premiere of Pretty in Pink. And come to think of it, wasn’t one of them responsible for Atomic Kitten?”
