On tour with the band there were no snapping tortoises, no dog kerfuffles and certainly no peeping scaffolders On tour with the band there were no snapping tortoises, no dog kerfuffles and certainly no peeping scaffolders I t is early morning, the low sun is glinting off wet tarmac. I’m in a coffee shop next to a petrol station, across the car park from the Travelodge where I spent the night, somewhere just north of Brighton. The middle leg of the band’s autumn tour is complete, and I’m on my

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