Once I went out one night with my good friend Matt Burton (half of The Famous Pair), got steaming drunk, then went to the monthly open mic at the Red Shed Labour Club in Wakefield, West Yorkshire and tried to play.

I fell asleep, on stage, at the mic, during an instrumental middle eight in Damien Rice’s ‘The Professor’. Neither Matt or myself are sure, now, how long I was out for, but when I woke up, stood facing a portakabin full of disgruntled left-wingers, realising that there was a guitar in my hands and that I was capoed at the third fret, I just carried on.

I went back a few months later, distinctly more sober, to play. No one seemed to notice that I’d been unconscious at all, which perhaps says something about The Red Shed – or more likely, my performing style.