I'm reading this [book by] Sebald, W G Sebald. A fantastic writer, this guy was, he died a year ago in a road accident, but he was a lecturer in the University of East Anglia, a German who'd come to England in the 60s. He's written four or five really strange novels but they're more sort of mind travel. Explorations of memory and his peculiar view of the world.

When he died last year, people are now waking up to the fact that we've lost a great writer. I can only recommend them to you, they're strange but really beautiful, and moving. W G Sebald, remember where you heard it first. They're scribbling furiously here.