And onto the monstrous beauty of Trellick Tower, Goldfinger's masterpiece, remember Sean's gaff on the 24th floor? The stained glass foyer and us standing about smoking on precarious walkways.

Sean's flat was at the top, he let me stand on his balcony looking out over Wormwood Scrubs, staring at the prison while him and his mates got stoned watching Countryfile. Sean's mates weren't what I'd hoped for. My swooning imaginings had populated the corridors with Paul Simonon look-alikes circ 1976, post skin/suedehead hooligans, not this motley grew of greasy longhairs in Soundgarden T shirts.