EXETER CITY

I once went to Exeter while on tour and after the gig I wound up staying (with the band) at a stranger’s house. The guy (our host), a pissed geek called Andy, repeatedly played the first Streets album before getting stoned and eventually showing us some kind of bestiality porn on his laptop featuring a horse fucking a woman. This promptly caused our bass player to begin freaking out. Just what this has to do with the football team is open to debate but with regards to the city that is the problem with first impressions, you only get to make them once.