In light of these discussions and the hail we endured last week, I’ve thought about how much I love this so-called “gloomy” spring weather and wish it would last even longer despite the common opinion ...

We moved out when the rats moved in. London in the early 80s, it was rainy, gloomy, bleak. That song is very introspective, lyrically. That’s how it felt living in a shithole like Tooting Bec ...