It’s a bright blue sky in November and it’s cold. The sun is shining off the Thames. I’ve just been out in this brilliant, clear air to buy myself an apple, which is just fucking delicious. The CD with this song on it should have arrived at my flat this morning. I love this time of year. It feels like anything could happen.

“Come on what’s-your-name

I’ve got a good game

I’ve got a story

Hope you like ’em gory

And it’s much too late for bed

Come on tiger why so tired

I’ve got good game plus i’ll let you win again

And it’s much too late for bed” – Tanya Donelly, “Lantern”