Spending my teenage years growing up in Bootle, a suburb of North Liverpool, there was a strange phenomenon afoot, that of the local scally scene that lent itself to the worship of both Pink Floyd and Genesis. It was a very North Liverpool thing. Driving up to the Peter Gabriel gig in Manchester tonight with our photographer John Johnson, also a Bootle boy, we talked about this strange branch of proggy fandom. The T-shirts were generally Dark Side of the Moon and The Wall for Floyd heads, and Abacab and Genesis (yellow shapes) for the Genesis crowd. The Genesis fans would fall into two very distinct categories – Gabriel or Collins, and if you didn’t know every word of the 90-minute opus, The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway, you weren’t worth knowing. Perhaps this long-forgotten fact explains ...