Couple days ago I put the song ‘Regret’ by New Order on here. Most of the films are about Joy Division but I grew up with New Order. They mean something to me. I don’t remember Joy Division. I went to clubs not gigs. I remember fractal printed hooded tops with lilac sleeves and the way John Barnes danced. My mate Balwinder’s got the impression on lock.

This morning I’m eating a breakfast buffet on top of a hotel in Tokyo. That’ll do for starters. I tried to keep it tidy but ended up folding. On my way back in I spot him. Peter Hook is stood there surveying the scrambled eggs. On my life. I bottle it and swerve back to the coco pops. Sneak a couple of glances through the fruit bowls. Then he’s gone. It’s a funny old game if you’re paying attention.