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Back in the days when I went to the pub on a Friday night instead of hurrying home, Colin Greenwood occasionally came too. He had gone to Cambridge with a friend of mine, and every six weeks or so Colin would join us for a beer, his appearances becoming less and less frequent with the rising fortunes of what we all still called “Colin’s band”. One night, back at another friend’s flat in Stockwell after last orders, Colin sheepishly asked if he could play a cassette of songs that Radiohead had just finished. They’d been working on it for ages, he said, probably for too long, and though they thought it might be good they really couldn’t tell any more. Would anyone mind if he played it? He put the tape on and wandered off to make a cup of tea. This is how I first got to hear the songs that made up OK Computer, a record that would soon be routinely and without irony acclaimed the best album ever made. The man who played bass guitar on it seemed a little bit embarrassed about the fact.