Aaaah...Ultavox. In the late 70´s, early 80´s, a teenager with pretentions, (and sideburns of a sort), had "semi- official" night access to the Crysalis studios just off Oxford Street. I was the nightshift´s "pet" but I didn’t care, I had made it! I would roam the rooms looking for thrown away “Demos” and, If I had been lucky, there might have been a party that afternoon.

Strewn over beer and white wine drenched tables there would be trays half full of fancy hors d'oeuvres and half glasses of Brown ale. I first ate real caviar over tiny damp crackers in those smoke laden dens...oh the joy! On one of my trips, I found a shirt and a pair of almost complete Ray-ban sunglasses in the bin. The shirt had a blue and yellow exploding pineapple printed on it and I was told that it had been abandoned by a member of ULTRAVOX! I could only dream of what those parties were like! I promptly scoffed down my handful of soggy crackers and made off with my prize! I wore the shirt until it turned into threads, and I still have the sunglasses! Thank you Ultravox, I am the man I am today because of the heritage you left behind.