Matt Smith. Best taste in popular music in the whole of Ireland. Chemistry classes. Compilation tapes cherished for a decade. Fell asleep to this in Fingals on many a night. Asthma-baiting dusty curtains. Army helicopters with spotlights shining in my bedroom at 1am. Green Renault 5 to school, or walk. Baps in the morning from that shithole called Divis flats. Pull it all down.