I'm sitting outside the changing room of The Longpigs while they are being interviewed. A wall not too far away prevents me from seeing the owner of a pair of legs. A hand from the same body appears and lays an empty pizza
box on the floor. A face appears. A face I recognise.

"Excuse me," I begin. "Weren't you playing keyboards for The Longpigs on Big Breakfast the other morning?"

The attractive and polite Helen sits on the step opposite to those that lead to the changing rooms. She informs me that she only plays the keyboards for the band live. With a bit of prompting she recollects the experience of the previous night's gig in Norwich.

"It was pretty scary. I would be playing and I could see all these faces looking out of the holes and gaps in the walls. It was like playing in a crypt. Not to mention it was packed. The ceiling was damp. Every so often I would have to wipe the keyboard of the grey muck that fell from the ceiling."

The changing room's door opens and two people leave. I bid Helen farewell and enter the room. There are more pizza boxes and more faces that I recognise. So lads, tell me about the Norwich gig.....

"There was moisture pouring off the ceiling," states Simon. "Everyone was sweating. I quite like sweaty gigs because it feels like you're giving out a lot."

"It was good," begins Crispin. "It was the smallest one we were doing on this tour and it was excellent fun but incredibly hot. At the end of it I thought I was going to faint."

Cripsin impersonates the level of his exhaustion before continuing. "It got more difficult to play because you were literally covered in sweat and it probably ended rougher than it began, but it was a great gig and I really enjoyed it." >>