Two of Angus Young’s schoolboy outfits have just arrived back from the dry cleaner’s – one red, one black, each is folded neatly inside rustling, protective clear plastic. Coral, AC/DC’s publicist, holds up the tiny velveteen twin-sets and casts a critical eye over them. Her verdict: the blazers and shorts are spotless.“Thank God,” Coral sighs. “I was afraid that the shop would refuse to handle them, they were absolutely filthy. Angus sweats a lot, you see, and we have to clean them regularly. It’s unheard of for him to wear the same suit two nights running. And, on top of that, when Angus gets carried away on stage – you know how it is – his nose begins to run. Ugh! There are always some horrible streaks of snot down the fronts of his jackets,” she grimaces.We’re waiting in a home-cum-office being rented by AC/DC’s manager Michael Browning near Piccadilly in London, preparing to catch a taxi out south-west to the band’s temporary home in leafy Barnes. From there we’re scheduled to travel with them in their van to tonight’s gig at a club called the Retford Porterhouse.The Antipodean band have been in Britain for a month or so now, the first group from Australia ever to make a calculated stab at the big time in this country. And so far they seem to be doing pretty well. AC/DC’s were originally scheduled to appear as support to Back Street Crawler on an extensive UK tour, but plans went awry when the headliners’ guitarist, ex-Free man Paul Kossoff, died suddenly and the band’s date schedule, for obvious reasons, was cut drastically.