Following a childhood episode involving a plug-chain, I developed a deep-rooted aversion to fiddly bits of metal.
Since this aversion encompasses jewellery, accessorizing is problematic for the musician. Last time she donned earrings, for example, I plunged my head into my hands and screeched maniacally, as though somebody had thrown hydrochloric acid in my face. Consequently, she no longer wears them.
Or so I thought.
We’re not supposed to be seeing each other today. So imagine my surprise when I bump into her by chance – and she has two solar-systemic mobiles dangling from her lugholes.
Her treachery knows no bounds.