‘Noel used to stalk me,’ says Julian. 'We first met when he kept turning up at my gigs like an ominous white face at the back of the room. And when I was finished, he’d be gone. I’d get backstage and ask 'who was that mysterious stranger?“
'I was like a comedy nosferatu,’ says Noel. 'And then we met, and I used to follow him around giving him gifts of small monkeys I’d carved out of Ryvita…'
’… To win me over to his way of thinking. Now he’s sucked all the knowledge out of my bones. I’m eroded now.’ [x]