Keep meaning to upload this recording I made on 14th February 2000, a few days after my 22nd birthday. We’d all gone out the Steeles on Haverstock Hill for a few drinks. Around about Midnight we headed home and, somehow, lost Piker.

So he jumped in a taxi to catch up with us, got to Whitechapel, realised he didn’t have any money, got the driver to take him to the bank, couldn’t get any cash out. Then, in a fit of cruellty that makes London taxi drivers famous the world over, the guy drove him back to Haverstock Hill and abandonded him. Piker, being Piker, put up with this and, with his last pound coin, made this desperate phone call to me.

Completists might want to note that he did end up finding the girl’s house he mentions and didn’t end up sleeping in the ditch.

(low quality recording, one speaker only, very tinny indeed)