We used to tour around in a van owned by one of the band’s fathers friend. A used car salesman he’d taken to renting out Inflatables at the weekends. The Bouncy Castle bus was a sight to behold. A classic LDV minibus with brightly vinyled signage across the rusted white bodywork. When the police pulled us over late one night after a show in Carlisle, they took one look at the gurning drunken musicians in the back, another at my pissed off face as driver and sent us off into the sunrise laughing as they clicked their heels back to the squad car.