Even though Steve and I had known each other for a few years, when we lived together on tour we quickly became best friends. It wasn’t just the guitar playing or extreme boozing – we both found that we were soaking up all that we could and learning more on the road than we had ever learned at school, with a healthy appetite for new and exciting cultural discoveries. We also found that we loved each other’s company. We could get into deep conversations that would last for hours.
It was also on this tour [Pyromania] that Phil Wilkie, our stage monitor engineer, came up with the term ‘the Terror Twins’ for Steve and me. As I vaguely remember it, we had invited Phil out with us for an evening of drinking on one of our nights off on the tour, but he said to us, ‘I ain’t going out with you two – the Terror Twins.’ And so the legend was born. Needless to say Steve and I got into countless episodes of skulduggery and mayhem. Unfortunately, I was drinking at the time, so my memory serves no purpose here. You’ll probably be better off Googling our antics and telling me about them. If we’ve offended anyone, I sincerely apologize.
Both our lives were changing in massive ways, and we were going through it together, like brothers. We cracked up watching Spinal Tap together after Spandau Ballet made us watch it. We talked about our childhoods. We explored places like Paris and Munich, soaking up as much culture as we could. And we tried to make sense of the fact that the lives we’d known were now fading as we sailed toward something much bigger and unknown. We also explored where we could go with our music.