"In the
1990s at The Greyhound Hotel, the Exotics were doing a gig in the front bar, when
Spencer Jones stopped by on his way home from a festival. He shouted, ‘I’m
joining the band!’ and plugged in to play with us. He must have cranked the amp
too high, because suddenly all the lights went off! Tony kept singing, I kept
drumming, and we got everyone clapping along while the room was lit up by the
lights of a passing police car.
The
Exotics played at the Prince of Wales, and it was very dark inside. I walked
out to check my drums and saw a familiar derriere bending over them. I grabbed
it and gave it a good squeeze, only for an unfamiliar face to turn to me in
surprise. "Oh, sorry, I thought you were my husband!" He replied, "I’m the sound guy, and YOU are
getting good sound tonight!"
The Exotics, side door of The Greyhound Hotel, c.1999 - Source: Sue World