I sat on the tube train and began to shuffle the 7″ singles on my lap. They all looked pristine and I was delighted that they had clear plastic sleeves to keep them that way. Sitting next to me was a young child who stared open mouthed at the cover of David Bowie’s Ashes to Ashes. “I suppose he has no idea what these even are”, I said to child’s father sitting on the other side of the boy. Only when I looked up did I realise his father was dressed exactly like the ‘clown’ on the front of the record sleeve.

Later, fighter jets flew overhead and made the oil rig platform wobble.