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But then Katie phoned and demanded I come and pick her up in the car from her photoshoot in Manchester, and I realised that this 7 hour round trip was going to totally break up my creative flow in the studio, where I was really beginning to release some magic. So I phoned up the first clone and asked him to quickly clone himself while he was on the way to the shops.

As the second clone was a clone of the first, it meant he did appear a little slow and stupid, which potentially could be a problem. But Katie never lets me get a word in anyway, so I sent him off in the Porsche while I laid down the funk in the studio. Then I was in the middle of singing some smooth grooves when I realised that I really needed to go pee. I'd been drinking Ribena all morning, so it was really no surprise. Clone 1 was off at the shops, 2 was on the road to Manchester, and -1 (me) was crafting some sweet soul music that would make Mick Hucknall jealous! There was only one thing for it - phone 2 and get him to clone himself, then send the clone back here to take a piss for me.

Unfortunately, 3 was a clone of a clone of a clone, and so it came back and went mad and tried to fight Harvey, but lost. And I still needed a piss! Insania!