Pat never laid claim to being a hard man, nor did he have a lobby or a clique, but if he thought something was funny, he would say it or do it. At Batley High School to have kudos you were either hard or good at sports, or hard and good at sports.
I spent all my time at school trying to hide between the cracks, while Pat was a constant source of mild irritation for teachers. If he thought something was bullshit he would question it – or if it was funny he would say it. I found a lot of things bullshit – and funny, but I would keep it to myself.
Later we found out there was also musical overlapping: Anti-Nowhere League, SLF, Bauhaus, Tubeway Army, Killing Joke… I said I had a guitar, and by the summer of 1983 we’d already talked ourselves into a fictitious world of stardom – without actually having any other members, or any other equipment, or a place to practise…
One business wisdom says ‘never go into business with friends or family’. Enter Rolph (Andy) and Trev, who, absolutely coincidentally, were mates of Pat’s from his estate. (My brother came in a bit later to balance things up). Now, all we needed were ‘things’ – a microphone, drums, a bass guitar, a logo etc.