The task of compiling a Personal Anthology is, of course, impossible. I’ve sometimes daydreamed about what I would choose if I were ever invited onto Desert Island Discs, a programme I’ve always found fascinating in what it either reveals or knowingly conceals about its subjects’ predilections. And then realised that I own several thousand albums, and picking just eight tracks is like being asked to save the lives of a minibus-worth of the citizens from the population of a sprawling city.
More great temptations here! Thank you