Fantastic. The radio was everywhere, on all the time, playing stuff like miles davis’ funny valentine. There is no better soundtrack, that is a joke, a jibe, and something truly beautiful, to a rapidly disappearing world. Outside the kids were still playing. Back home there was no radio.

Beyond words and stars !

Oppressive and apathetic as a concrete slab sitting on top of you. To everyone who has ever felt pressured to say ‘I think I liked this, but…’, you probably didn’t, and that’s okay. Favourite character was the wind.