I’ve been in a band since 1989. We’re called Bobby Gillespie’s Hair, and play about once a year, mostly small gigs with the occasional party thrown in. We even headlined a rock festival once, going onstage after Sonic Youth. We’re really, really, shit, especially on a good night – if you can imagine the worst, most drunken karaoke singer you’ve ever seen, with the music performed by four other individuals suffering from similar levels of intoxication, you’re getting close. Last night saw 2002’s live performance, at the wedding of my friend Mark and his partner Donna. I’ve compiled a selection of photographs of the event, which took place at London’s swanky Churchill Intercontinental Hotel. I don’t think we’ll be asked back.