When I was freshly divorced, I had myself a little pad in Leeds city centre – a garret flat in an old riverside warehouse. Very yuppy, very trendy, pretty lonely. I lived in no 69. I wanted to reference that today but could not think of any way of doing that.
I walked out to Spinning Group this morning and took my camera with me. On my way home, I realised that the place that I now lay my hat is on a road numbered with a 69.
That’ll do, won’t it?