Ryders On A Storm: Happy Mondays in The Altered States of America

"GET THAT THING off, man... get that dangerous f***ingmotherf***ing thing off!" Shaun Ryder has just had the tip of my sleek black Olympus micro-cassette machine thrust into his unsuspecting face. But this face can smile, because he knows it's all his fault. The day before he had been in the bar of the Ommi Park Central hotel in New York showing off the very same toy to me – a deadly miniature bugging device ideal for the clandestine Watergate-style taping of interesting conversations.