Do you know a man, probably a friend of your father who’s single and tries to insist you call him uncle? He wears ironed jeans and a polo neck jumper under his shirt. He drinks gin and tonic, but insists it Gordons and Shweps. He’d happily wear a cravat, and, you suspect, have sex with children. Anyway he probably drives a car, silver, that he describes as executive, that no one would ever buy for themselves. He drives everywhere in it, and will often listen to this album. It suits him well. It too, if it were a person be exactly like your uncle. It too would have sex with children you believe. You would not be wrong.