There’s a guy in a documentary
about movie fanatics. He collects
the soundtracks on vinyl. Has hundreds.
When asked, on camera, about
his favourite – he points out
that he doesn’t have one. Because
he doesn’t have a turntable.
When I saw that film, in
a crowded cinema, everyone
laughing, I thought he was a spoon.
But I’ve thought about him a lot.
And now he rightly seems a hero.