A pair of Thai fisherman's trousers

October 1992.   Law degree in hand, I trudged miserably towards a career as a barrister;  then overslept on the first day of bar school.  Fate had spoken.  

Three days later, Fred called me up and asked if I would play guitar in the band he and his brother had formed.

Some months later, his brother insisted we all wore these for our first gig, at the Bull and Gate in Kentish Town.  I recall refusing and wearing something else; but the truth may be so painful that my memory is fooling itself.  

Sadly, it seemed the world was unready to embrace our particular strain of English angst-rock.  Looking at the trousers and listening to the songs today, I think I know why.