I know the feeling, trying to connect and yet finding you are in with Sun Ra's and Saint JC's gang all along.

That relief and horror when at christmas your older sister puts on the latest compiliation album Now That's What I Call.....mediocrity seventy-fucking-five, and for the first time you realise they're writing songs of love but not for me. And everyone's enjoying it except for you.

You escape outside, and for the first time, maybe its the speed and the booze, or just the moonlight, you feel truly alive.