My dad owned a sky blue 1973 BMW that is by far the coolest car I’ve ever ridden in. I came home from the hospital in it, and so did my older brother. Our half siblings all came home in the same sky blue Beemer. I have a vivid memory of sitting in the backseat of the car with my new born baby brother in my arms. I was twelve. No car seat required in early 90s London. My Dad and stepmother were in the front seats and Tina Turner’s The Best (Live in Barcelona) was playing on the tape machine. I was there when he was born in the early hours of a Sunday morning after a curry dinner and mad dash to the hospital. And I was there when he came home, all squidgy and snail like. You’re simply the best, I remember thinking. Was he saying that to me, or me to him? When I heard about Tina, I thought about my little brother and I in the back of that Beemer. And David serenading Patrick, of course.