"We were in Sheffield. The band we were in was falling apart. We'd had a disappointing show the night before and slept in a house with no curtains that was teeming with cat shit and slugs. I woke up wondering what I was doing with my life. No-one was ready to admit it was the end of the road. Keith and I went to a 'Spoons to get breakfast. That's where we bumped into ‘Alan’, who we’d met many years earlier at a Summer Solstice celebration on Glastonbury Tor. He seemed like your standard daft hippy at first but something about his story rang true so I gave him my email address. It was nearly two years before he got in touch. When he did it changed our lives."