Neil  It's about a friend of mine who lived in a council flat in Bermondsey, South London, on the twentieth floor with a fabulous view over the Thames. The music was written on the piano at home, very quickly. It's not really a very good melody.

It's all playing around variations of the same chord. I think I secretly want to be the Mamas and the Papas, or a Californian group, because I like these things with jangly guitars and harmonies in the background. I think it's got a good lyric, contrasting my friend loving his flat on the twentieth floor of the council block with how, in the punk era, you'd have thought of living in a hi-rise as a really shit thing that you were protesting about. In the song, I'm up there, looking at London,

the sun setting over east London, and it's all very romantic. There was meant to be a third verse but I couldn't think of any more words. It's funny-sometimes you write a song and you've made your statement and that's it. I was going to have more words about London, and lots of place names, but I couldn't think of anything else. Instead there's a solo played on a trumpet sample.