Oh I remember those! Jane rolls a few big ones on the cover of a Roxy Music album before we all go out in a Ladbroke Grove garden and 'ooh' and 'aah' in clothes unsuitable for November (in fact unsuitable for anywhere but on stage). The downstairs toilet of the house is wallpapered with green stamps. I wake up on November 6th under a Art Nouveau dining table. Jane has fallen asleep on the table in a puddle of Southern Confort which has dried and now grips her hair quite strongly. Good times, good times.

You can't be me, I'm taken