When we used to play From Despair To Where, there’s a point at the start where Richey would have his whiskys lined up, and when James was doing the intro he’d be kneeling down, going ‘Boosh! Boosh! Boosh!’ It always used to make me laugh. He’d have a big smile on his face.

I remember seeing all these fresh cuts all over his arms. He was always so flip about them, almost boastful. And like a retarded teenager, I said, ‘Wow, those are so cool!’ And he was so angry. That night, he was so drunk that I think I saw a level of honesty I never saw before or after. He said, ‘That is not cool. It’s pathetic.’ Actually, after that, we never had any profound interaction. Maybe it’s because I’d seen behind the curtain.

There’s one shot that gives me the creeps, only in retrospect. Richey’s looking at me and through the camera. Even when I took it, I thought, ‘What was that look for?’ Not making anything bigger of it, but he didn’t usually catch the camera’s eye, he was usually too busy. He was like in his own sweet world, but maybe knew the camera was there. It’s like you’re locked into something that’s nothing to do with the gig or the audience. Sometimes you know what it is, and sometimes it’s in the abstract and later it makes sense. Yet I did some group shots at the time, and in a lot of the pictures he was just really laughing.