want stories? Sometimes the travel to and from
gigs was more memorable then the perfomances themselves.
I remember one night we were playing in Derry,
and Robin and I were travelling together to the
gig in his Lotus Cortina.
We were careening down the Derry side of the Glenshane
Pass, doing in excess of 100 mph when Robin whipped
the steering wheel off the steering column (apparently
it wasn't bolted on) and handed it to me, saying
"You take over, DP".
I think it was the same night or maybe I'm thinking
of another occasion, on the way home, we followed
the others in their car with our lights out until
we got within a few feet of their back bumper and
then turned the headlights on full.
After doing this several times, somehow the others
got behind us and did the same thing.
It all ended up with both cars tearing along the
road in the dead of night with no lights on. Drink
was probably taken too.