My dear friend Ernie,

I am watching a man named Marlowe, private dick, in this film noir movie -Farewell, My Lovely- I am led to believe the film is based on a novel written by this Raymond Chandler, maybe I am right. 

'why me? Because I'm handy and know how to use a gun, or just because I wear pants?'

'If I knew what everything I said meant, I would be a genius'

The day after boxing day, 2009, I am in Hackney just off Mare Street. The end of the year, soon we start the last 12 month stretch of the decade, I am coming out of the Christmas coma and starting to feel restless. Tomorrow I begin to live again. 2010, sounds amazing, its a year from a comic book, and I am working on the soundtrack. 

'Was it murder? Or something serious?'