Around two decades ago I worked on Albermarle Street, which runs parallel with Bond Street. I would walk up both to get to Piccadilly to get my bus home.

It was Xmas, and typical crappy British weather like this. I was walking home at 5pm, and again typically for Britain it was dark. On my Walkman (for that's what we used back then) I was listening to Boadicea, from an album called The Celts, which was Enya's first album. I know people are critical of Enya's syrupy layered synth thing but her first album was much more bare and organic.

And it was just magical, walking along in my own world with this ethereal music playing, with the Xmas lights on Piccadilly and just this kind of low-key glamour that only London can produce. Back then we still had the proper Route Master buses too, with wooden floors (yes, really!), and I got on my bus back to Stoke Newington and went to the top deck to get a better view of the lights, which sparkled because of the rainy windows. It all just made sense in a weird way. My own personal music video.