Chris Brokaw and Thalia Zadek: Come On My Shirt, Come In My Ear

I'LL NEVER FORGET. 1994. A cold Wednesday morning in March. The Embassy Hotel, Bayswater. I'm sat down, inside, smoking 'cos you could back then, and trembling from head to toe. About to do the first ever interview I've ever done with a band. The first ever. Terrified, dry mouth — still get this now but then at a novice pitch of panic that was nauseating, like I was still in school and knew I had PE that day. I'm not from London, don't know where or what I am, I've never broken the fourth wall and spoken with musicians before; I've never really spoken with anyone before. The band walk into hotel bar, say hello and shake hands.