Seriously.
I liked their first LP, well, the first track "Only Love Can Break Your Heart" and "Nothing Can Stop Us" were sublime, but I expected much more from them, and they were disappointing.
By the time I saw them live I'd already lost interest and she murdered any fond memory I had of their early output in one foul set. Sadly.
I hugged her once though, friend of a friend and all that, she has cross eyes, but in a sexy way, you don't quite know what she's looking at when she's up close and personal.
We talked about Springfield in Chelmsford. She knows about that place.
Nice people, come to think of it (and I do) that there St Etienne band, even if Wiggy is a bit of a cock, they made the effort and that's more than most people will ever hope to achieve, so fair play to them.
Had a good night in Shoreditch town with them and then in Lille, in France, where they were headlining with Pulp of all people as the support band, way back in 93, and she remembered me.
I last saw her on the Northern Line at about 6am in the weeks just after the Millenium, and I was wrecked so I didn't want to embarass her or myself, so I swapped glances and I did that drunken salute thing as the doors opened, and she smiled.
That'll do me, I thought. Better than making a complete mess of myself.
I staggered out into the sour metallic funk of Old Street station, with a pleasant set of memories and a spring in my step...