Years ago, there was an event at Cheltenham's posh theatre during the Lit Fester: Roger McGough, John Cooper-Clarke, and Benjamin Zephaniah.

Self + friend had spent the evening in Copperfields, the dodgy biker pub next to the churchyard in the centre, and rolled up full of beer and ceremonial chemicals to find the foyer filled with sensible people having sensible talking, who rather looked at the pair of us askance.

It was a fine gig, and I still think we were the only ones doing it right.