When you’re trying to combat addiction, a three-hour car journey is just the ticket. Deprived of coffee, I’m free to enjoy the English countryside, in much the same way that Renton enjoyed the dead baby on his bedroom ceiling in Trainspotting. I’m also free to enjoy a radio interview with Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark.
‘Never heard of them,’ says my co-pilot.
‘Course you have,’ I respond, launching into a finger-pumping rendition of their hit, Sailing On The Seven Seas.
‘That’s not Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark,’ she interjects, witheringly. ‘That’s OMD.’