It’s a beautiful sunny May morning when the suggestion to do the shoot on the roof with a cityscape backdrop is met with general approval (why not?).
Three hours later we return to the studio, we have two interviews in the can but the rooftop has taken it’s toll.
The fluctuating drop of jet engines from those heading to Heathrow, Shoreditch’s homegrown nest of sirens bursting into life at the merest sign of a flashing record light, the ever-present sound of builders drills and implements being clattered against metal and what feels like a mild case of sunstroke.
Get me a dark room, a cold drink with a slice of fruit in it and leave me alone. I’ve got a horrible idea this was my idea in the first place!