at Leicester Polytechnic. I would have liked to have been an artist of some sort but I tried and it was difficult so I have decided to let you know for your own benefit that it can't be done and oh, here is the empirical proof in a book I heard about on my course. I'm off to Thailand now where I will pretend to help some brown people but really just laze around and take drugs and drink lots. When I come back from my round the world doss - sorry, cultural odyssey - I've got an internship lined up at BAE/Credit Suisse/Deutsche Bank so I'll have won anyway and you'll all still be poor. And indeed they did, and indeed I was, and still am. I remember David Stubbs telling me about bumping into you the week after he gave you single of the week (the Maker and Lime Lizard were pretty much the only boosters DI ever got) and you telling him you were skint and working in Tescos. Ian C: Yeah, well, it was the generation where the class war against the poor really embedded itself in the culture and art of the time like second nature. That's what Britpop was to me, a bohemian fantasy they were indulging in, which is one of the knock-on effects of living in a destabilised society, you can dress up like the poor and mimic them but when the whistle blows it's rags off and home to mater, pater