This was where we had all of our meetings and where I spent most of my days. Note I Breathe First grafitti above door. Also in this room, although not visible on the photo, was a huge billboard poster of a bottle of Newcastle Brown Ale. We were donated it! A particularly cynical donation when I think about it now. "would you like to donate something to a centre for young unemployed musicians, who all volunteer and run the place themselves" " yeah, here his a huge poster of a bottle of beer that most of them can only afford once a fortnight".

We wrote 'gerrit down yer fucken neck' on it.

Of course this was back in the day when all day drinking sessions had to be meticulously planned. You couldn't just go and sit in a pub all day, they closed at three and didn't open again till after 6, unless you went to one of the dives that opened at 5.30, which were always full of neck enders. Me and Andy Gibson took a visitor to the Bunker from Germany into the Borough once at 5.30. There was a squad of boys in winding up one of the old winos, who decided he had had ebnough and started chasing them around the bar with an ashtray. This dude from Essen, first time in an Olde English public House was stood with his chin on the ground.

Can't really explain the red tye die T-shirt. We all make mistakes.