In a 1989 black Mercedes Benz

It feels like spring today and I want to run away with Tom Vek. He’s into it too. He’s singing “You and I gonna drive ourselves out of this town.” Just to me. Yes really. Don’t be a spoilsport.

The sun is out and there’s a bit of a breeze and I do not want to be sitting behind a desk when I could be powering up the A1, past the signs for Hatfield and the North and out into the country with the windows down and ‘Nothing But Green Lights’ on the stereo. It’s a driving song with a deadpan vocal, but there’s something wild in it, something yearning for space and sharp air and the sea.

In 2005 Tom Vek was, for a few months, the darling, the new genius, the sliced-bread-best-thing of the British music press. And then, despite making the exceptionally good ‘We Have Sound’ he disappeared, as darlings-du-jour often do. So today, I think we should head off and disappear together. He can drive and I’ll look through the dusty glove compartment for an out-of-date road atlas and we’ll talk about Talking Heads and post-punk and British psychedelia and how to set up a studio in your parents’ garage and record your debut album before the age of 23.

Tom, mate, if you’re reading I finish work at six.

Anna is a blogger at 17 Dots. Often, after lunch, she slips into a fantasy world.