'Let me repeat that. The Bay City Rollers, the biggest teen idols of their day, possibly of all time, were sitting on the floor of my hotel room, watching television and conversing in dark Scottish mutters. It was the most thrilling thing that had ever happened to me. It was the culmination of two years of utter obsession that had cost thousands of dollars, a job and most of my dignity, all sacrificed to the pursuit of them...I loved them desperately. For four years I lived for them. It's not a pretty story.'