“We met a crazed speed garage afficianado from Northampton, who advised us not to buy a double gin and Red Bull (and not because of the taste), and told the most uninteresting interesting anecdote about the Astoria. It’s a bit scary to get stuck talking to somebody like that, but looking back it means that I’ll remember the Breeders gig as the gig with the nutter. It fits.”

Steve Miller remembers the Breeders gig with his far more succinct (and possibly far more accurate) account of the evening here.