Grant Nicholas, singer, songwriter, guitarist
I wrote Buck Rogers in a drunken state in my flat in Camden, London. I’d broken up with my long-term girlfriend but was hoping that we’d get back together, which is why the chorus goes: “I think we’re gonna make it.” A friend had told me she was dating a guy who’d just done a car advert, which must have been in my head when I wrote: “He’s got a brand new car. Looks like a Jaguar.” The second verse, about us starting again in a house in Devon and drinking “cider from a lemon”, was probably inspired by playing gigs in little clubs down there when Feeder were starting out – and by my teenage years in Wales, when we mixed cider with lemonade. They were throwaway lyrics to get a song going. I never intended keeping them.
