Many years ago Peter dossed at mine after a great gig at Farningham. I was living in NAG at the time and the following morning we made our way through the footpaths that litter that place of little boxes on our way to catch him the bus to take him on to the next gig. It was a glorious summer's morning, the sun was out and the birds were singing their hearts out. I said "Isn't this fabulous, just listen to those birds." He replied "You know what they're saying don't you - fuck off - this is my tree!" He wasn't joking.