There were Paul McCartney and Elvis guitars hanging on the walls, plus a little recording booth. The window sills on the bus were made to look like piano keys that lit up.

When I sat down on the leather couch in the back, the woman next to me had just fished a dirty Kleenex out from between the cushions. She held it up to show everyone and asked, “what’s this?” before throwing it across the bus.

Although I was in fact invited onto the bus, after about 10 minutes a tall guy in a blazer told me I had to leave so “the models” in the back of the bus could “get changed”. A member of a rock band who was also on the bus stayed with “the models” in the back, closing the door behind me as I exited.

Hilarious.