I remember us going to some field in the middle of nowhere and spending an entire day up a tree freezing our collective nuts and tits off (it was February). We got hoiked up into the branches and had our instruments precariously balanced around us. It actually doesn’t look that high up in the video but I swear, it was pretty dizzying and we nearly toppled off on several occasions.

Sometime around teatime we got a break to get the feeling back in our limbs before they sent us back up again. Steve, however, was past the point of tolerance and went sprinting off like a rabbit from a trap muttering something about how there was no way they were getting him up that bloody tree again.

Miki: " Do you know, to this day I don't know what the hell went on at this video shoot?! Our then manager Howard Gough told us he had met the bloke who directed the U2 video for The Fly, and he was really keen to do the video for For Love. I have a strong suspicion that there was some loud cocaine-induced bullshitting going on here because the bloke had nothing whatever to do with U2 (who we didn't even like anyway) and whose name I can't even remember. John?

This, however, only reflects badly on us because we were clearly duped by a pro who probably walked off with a hefty sum of cash for putting together this mess.

I seem to remember that throughout the shoot he kept disappearing off, would return acting more and more bizarrely and finally, at some point in the afternoon, vanished altogether. One theory was that he was nosing
up with increasing frequency throughout the day until he finally ran out of coke and had to find a dealer.

It’s a song about a car – specifically the Fiat 500, which Emma coveted at the time, so much so she wrote a song about it!

The idea of the video was to spoof car ads from the time – I’m afraid I can’t remember which cars they advertised but one had a priest in it in Italy driving around Rome or something, another one had a bloke who had lost everything at the casino but still had his car, another one had a woman walking down the street having left her fiancee – chucking away the ring and all that – but she still has her car so that’s ok (possibly from the same series of ads as the casino guy). Can’t for the life of me remember what ad Emma in the vintage vehicle referred to – answers on a postcard if you can come up with it!

The much-loved and beautifully looked-after vintage Fiat was supplied by its owner, a great big muscle-bound guy with a ponytail who looked a bit like Styeven Seagal. I remember being really surprised that a macho muscle-man like that would own and love such a dinky little quirky car!

Despite having passed my driving test sometime during the recording of Lovelife, I’d never actually driven again since so consequently I was a total novice behind the wheel. The whole video was filmed at a racetrack (so we wouldn’t have to worry about traffic) but even so I could only manage driving around in 1st gear. At one point the director wanted me to reverse up a hill. The car immediately careered off the road and into a trench. Poor Steven Seagal nearly had a heart attack.

Meanwhile Chris got into a downer about having to play a priest and felt a total pillock. I think there was also an element of ‘How come Phil gets to play the suave, James Bond-type (again!) and I have to be a fecking PRIEST?!’ Meanwhile, I had to grin like a maniac in every shot and was smiling so hard the muscles in my face started to spasm.

AT THIS POINT can I just say that each of these videos was a lot of fun to make and all the people involved were really, really nice so any moany tone is merely down to that fact that when I see myself on screen, nine times out of ten I just want to scream and cringe, I look so bloody stupid and contrived. There’s an art to looking good and convincing on celluloid, and I don’t have it!

We did so many interviews around this time that I can’t remember anything about individual ones. By the way, that’s not meant to sound as blasé as it comes across! When I say we did loads of interviews, I don’t mean that Rolling Stone were beating down the door. More like we did every college radio station, every fanzine, every ‘my friend really loves your music can you just answer a couple of questions for me?’ request.

Despite so much experience of interviews, however, it’s interesting to note how consistently awkward we were when being filmed. I’m grimacing so much I look like I’ve got some kind of nervous disorder. And I seem to be picking at my clothes and hair incessantly. Perhaps all that touring gave me scabies.

Mind you, I’ve not seen this before and it’s getting me a bit teary seeing Chris so happy and sweet. I’m suddenly reminded of how much fun we had!

Actually, that bit where the woman interviewing us goes ‘you have a lovely voice’ and Chris goes ‘thanks’ has just made me laugh out loud. Which is a bit embarrassing as I’m at work.

What was so brilliant about Chris was that he just didn’t take himself too seriously and he also had genuine charm and good manners! There’s so many bits in that interview where I can see myself about to try and take a question seriously and answer it in a way that would have been REALLY BORING and Chris manages to turn it into something funny but interesting too and without resorting to being petulant or snide, and therefore making the interviewer feel like they’ve asked a stupid question.

Ok, so the digs at our Teutonic cousins??... We did a European press tour and Chris and I got to do all the interviews in Germany. Lush were never popular in Germany, I’m afraid – whenever we toured there they seemed much more into big metal bands and political anthems. Our experience of being interviewed consisted entirely of earnest, bald men either telling us that they didn’t really like our record but no-one else at the magazine wanted to interview us, or accusations that our music was irrelevant because our lyrics didn’t tackle the aftermath of the collapse of communism, the dismantling of the Berlin Wall and the latest developments in the Maastricht Treaty. And no amount of Chris being self-effacing, funny or polite would elicit a friendy response. So that’s just us in the interview rather childishly getting our own back and doing rubbish German accents. At least we didn’t start goose-stepping around the room, eh?