So I think there are songs that remind me of really good times. They’re a symbol, I guess, for not lying to myself about things I have experienced. But every time they come up it becomes really bothersome to have to recall.

Just heard a cover of Leonard Cohen’s ‘Hallelujah’ as performed by The Tenors. Lovely, lovely rendition. But not today, mate.

I don’t know. Surely that’s silly.