It's Friday night and I'm outside, ready for bed but listening to my i-pod. A song called Dakota that I can never ignore. I'm jumping up and down and watching the lights on the Citibank building in the city. A bat flys silently across the sky and is pre-historic black against clouds that hold in, contain, the glow of the city.

I think of me and Tim jumping up and down to Green Day on a brick floor that is cool and uneven under our bare feet. I think of going back to finish the washng up when that track is over.