During the interview, both digress again, in this deliberately incomprehensible accent, exchange biographical details of the lost and confused years, which they themselves do not all remember. Identically dressed they are anyway: both wear black suits, white shirts and hats with wide brims. “Actually, it does not matter if you understand or not understand the dynamics between us, you can not in any case grasp it completely,” says Doherty, and burns himself at the hot plate of soup that was just served while he tried to drink, to eat his soup and to smoke at the same time. “One thing is certain,” he says, “I love this guy! He is my greatest guitar hero. With him there is no need to rehearse, he goes on stage and off you go. I can not imagine that he ever even rehearsed a single time with Dirty Pretty Things.” Barât grins mildly.