| In the Bus Lane |
Where are you?
Describe it in 20
words
How long have you been
touring in it?
Who's
driving?
What state is the bus
in?
How are the bunks? Who
spends the most time in them?
The
toilet...
What's in the
fridge?
What stuff have you
collected since the start of the tour?
How do you amuse
yourselves on the long drives?
Any favourite
games?
What were the last three
videos you played on the bus?
And the last three
albums?
Who hangs out in the front
lounge?
And who hangs out at the
back?
What goes on back
there?
And the most
disgraceful?
Are groupies
admitted?
What three things is your
bus lacking?
Any
rules?
Who made them
up?
Select
Your
names
Franny Healy, Neil Primrose, Duggie Payne and Andrew Dunlop
Outside the London Astoria on a hot balmy night, and it feels ridiculously weird and surprisingly freezing in here.
What kind of tour bus have
you got?
It's a ten-berth Len Wright Sleeper Coach, but it's a rock 'n' roll bus to us. Fancy electrics, water tanks, the whole bit. A brand new one would cost you £300,000!
Luxurious, long with beds and a video and nice vibrations, with small tartan cushions. Definitely nicer than some of the houses we've lived in.
Only 30 seconds in this one, so it's good and fresh but we've been at it since January with
everyone
else who's done one of these Bus Lane things.
Dave What?
F___in' minted, man.
If bad,
why?
Your timing is impeccable, but Andy's feet will honk.
That would be boy Johnny from the crew, merely because we stay up all the time making and
doing things and sweating.
Clean now, but we never use the bus toilet except in a dire emergency for vomiting. We prefer
piling
outside the van and having piss-fights. Like Ghostbusters--don't cross the beams!
Lager. And probably some marbles and tiddlywinks for extra-cool flicking action.
Body fat, smegma and a '70s Nottingham Forest shirt. And a lighter that says 'I Enjoy
Smoking So Piss Off And Leave Me Alone'.
Films, unicycling. And amusing chatter, which is nice.
We gang up on Nick, our guitar tech, and pay him £5 to do things like sticking ice cubes
down his Y-fronts and eating tubes of toothpaste.
It's a Wonderful Life, Every Which Way But Loose and Weird Science.
Snoop Doggy Dogg's Doggy Style, Arrival by Abba, and The Beatles' red album. Stops
our spirits being ground to dust.
The girls and Mo the tour manager, philosophising.
The band and the crew.
Dark thoughts and bad spelling. Nick and Duggie are the rowdiest.
What's the most uplifting
thing that's happened on the bus so far?
The back wheels fell off our last bus, incredible sparks, and we all could have died. And arguing about the merits of The Clash.
The tour manager was pissed and said, "I am the best!" and then proceeded to set himself on fire with a faulty lighter.
No, no. They travel in special flight cases.
Groupies, a sense of humour and a portrait of Ally McCoist.
No fighting or any of the big egg sandwiches to eat.
It's God's Law. We have divine sanction.
October 1997
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