I saw that footage of the black McLaren on fire in Birmingham last night. Reminded me of when some lads threw a firework at my guitar case outside King’s Cross last winter. I was mid-chord, saw sparks fly, and had to dive to save my only instrument. Those supercar owners must’ve felt the same gut punch. One minute you’re caught up in a wedding’s buzz, the next your pride and joy’s going up in smoke. Cold coffee’s bad enough, but watching something you care about burn? That’s a whole other kind of bitter.