Peter and my friendship has always been a very magical thing…with out meaning to sound a bit tossy….It was….Just the time we used to spend together and the things we used to do. We used to stand on Great Portland Street…there were these big floodlights, there were two… ‘What should we do today?’ ‘Let’s go to Great Portland Street and stand in the floodlights and pretend with our umbrellas and pretend to be statues and see if anyone notices’…and we used to literally go and do that. And like for the whole night we’d be like—*poses*. Fucking ridiculous! But yeah. And that’s nothing, we used to do a lot of pretending. It’s very liberating for the soul. I highly recommend it to anyone…I do love Peter so dearly. The thing about Peter, is that, ever since I first met him, he had this innate ability to just charm someone…Like to me he’d say: ‘I love you, you’re working class, but with a violent heart and a poetic temperament’. And I’d go, ‘wow, yeah, you really know me!’…But just that ability to sort of surmise people…and he’d do that…But um, where was I going with this? ….Just he’ll think of the tiny details that only a poet thinks of. He used to phone me up when he was miserable, when we were having one of our dramas. ‘Whatever. Ok, Pete, it’s fine. Where are you?’ And he’d go ‘In the rain!’ So endearing and so beautiful…The thing about Peter and I is that we’re both very old, very kindred souls. And for whatever we talk about, that’s kind of circumstantial. It’s like anything can happen. We could do anything. Individually, together, apart, to each other. But a conversation after six months, it’s the same thing. It’s euphoric…it’s…you know. I love Peter and …I think Peter loves me. A lot of times we don’t like each other, but the underlying thing is that love.