Now when I go back to London to visit friends (or make music videos!) I have gradually felt myself slipping into the sensation of being an outsider, a visitor, who has no home there any longer, who wanders the streets wondering where they'll sleep tonight, without a set of keys in their pocket and only a very overused travel card. So, I thought I'd share some memories with you in black and white. Memories that already feel like they belong to another life, of someone I read about.
(Maybe look at them while listening to this. It makes them make sense some how, and its what I'm listening to while typing this.)
OK, these last two had to be in colour!