This morning I walked to the train station instead of taking the bus as I normally do. As I was walking down Seven Sisters I suddenly realised I was passing the butchers (Ian’s Meat Market) where I bought the first turkey I ever cooked for Christmas dinner. First turkey for any reason. That would have been 1991 and when I lived in Finsbury Park (the first time). For some reason remembering this brought on a sudden and really strong urge to weep. Fortunately I controlled myself : thirtysomething bloke walking along Seven Sisters at 8.15 in the morning and weeping – everyone would think I was local.

I’m trying to remember who was present at said meal – myself, Jules, Shazzer, Dr Heartbreak, La Caple – who else?