I move in to the share house for the summer. It’s in Newtown: all long Edwardian terraces with bay windows and low brick walls, rundownish, multiracial, studenty, and raffish. The woman in the house next door stands in the window waiting for custom, looking like she is at the bus stop. We take no notice, and when I discover ‘Sweet Jane‘ one day and play it over and over, and over and over and over again she knocks on the door and says very nicely could I keep it down as she is trying to get the kids to sleep.