I never sit down and write songs. I envy people who can. I have friends who can decide to write bangers about the taps in their kitchen. Friends who can get a commission and casually write a #1. But for me they're clouds that have to be snatched from the air before they disappear into the horizon - they come without notice, you grab them already more or less fully formed, let it flow out your fingers, then refine it later. The last few weeks have been overcast. Last weekend I