Time has passed. I have experienced the delights of life post-University, living in Walthamstow above the flat of a woman to whom the phrase "bitter and twisted" would be positively flattering, and who religiously locked the communal entrance with a key only she had at 8.30 every evening.

The enforced curtailment of my social life, led to many evenings of guitar practice, which was, in some small way, appropriate revenge.

Anyhow, the opportunity arose to move back to Hull in 1987, and I jumped at it with both feet. And one of the first things I did was see if young Mr Allen (who by now had finished his studies, but still possessed a pink furry organ of some distinction), fancied another crack at this playing lark. As luck would have it, he did, and so Tribune mark 2 was born.

The second line-up for the band was markedly different from the first. Me and Chris were still there, but everyone else was different. We had a keyboard player on bass, a guitarist playing drums, and a bass player singing. Confused? We were.....

Martin, our bass player, was a well known keyboard player, and during the first incarnation of Tribune, was in a rival band called Traveller. Who played Gong - type hippie music, had the obligatory double-necked guitar hero a la Steve Hillage, and who had decided to dispense with audience banter and stage announcements, replacing these with the guitarist reading from a tome on a music stand named "Tales of Traveller". Thus transforming themselves into one of the areas best unintentional comedy acts.

John, our drummer, was a very good acoustic guitarist. And a very asthmatic drummer. But a very good one - one of the best I've played with. Not because he was the next Terry Bozzio - far from it. He did have a lovely Stax feel to his drumming, which gave a lot of our more staid composition work more swing than it deserved. 

Our singer was also called John. And many the tale one could tell about his antics. Slightly younger than the rest of the band, he had visions of himself as the next Jon Bon Jovi. Unfortunately, this led to his being christened John Bon Tempi by the more mischievous elements in the group (Bontempi, for the uninitiated, being manufacturers of cheesy toy electronic organs). He was, however, remarkably enthusiastic about his becoming a lead singer, and would promote the band with much gusto. Even going as far as to invite me and Chris down to his flat, and explain to us how it was important to "look like rock stars, even when you go to the supermarket" (I swear I'm not making this up). Neither myself nor Chris, particularly felt like applying crimpers and make-up every time a trip to Tescos beckoned, but we could see his point.