A couple of years ago I had to literally run to an airport to catch a flight. Got there breathing hard and five mins before check in closed. In those days you could still smoke on planes, I was given a seat in the first non smoking row, just in front of the last smoking row. It was purgatory smelling those sweet baccy fumes but being two feet away from inhaling. It was obviously the least popular row and the one they filled last, so my lateness secured me a seat on that row.

Had forgotten my jacket somewhere along the way and it was freezing in the cabin. As I sat there huddled up shivering and ciggie-less, who sat next to me in the very very last available seat?????????

Bloody Roger Waters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He looked very well and lent me the softest leather jacket I have ever curled up in in my life. A thoroughly decent bloke with excellent outerwear.

Having said that, I think Wish You Were Here (on repeat) is my favourite album to be seduced by.