Ahh Marillion. I had my heart ripped out when Fish left in 89. The guy was a genius.

Hogarth was a poor replacement. The guy had no fire in his belly. Fish was a volcano. "Clutching At Straws" has to be one of the greatest stories ever.

"And if you ever come across us don't give us your sympathy
You can buy us a drink and just shake our hands
and you'll recognise by the reflections in our eyes
that deep down inside we're all one and the same
We're clutching at straws, still drowning..."

Brilliant.