At 8:23 on Saturday morning, my phone rings:
"Hello?"
"Hello. Is that David?"
"Yes..."
"David? Simdy?"
"Who is this?"
"It's Patrick!"
"Who?"
"Patrick! Patty! Pattycake! From the Marc Almond Message Board"
"Jesus Christ! Where are you?"
"Texas. It's two in the morning. I'm crazy and manic and I'm thinking of coming to London for the Soft Cell shows. Britta gave me your number."
"I didn't know she had it."
"You mean 'I didn't know she had it, and I wish she hadn't given it to you.'?"
"Ha ha, no really, I love being called by manic Americans at eight in the fucking morning on a Saturday."