…..particularly my daughter. And the areas can vary hugely. It could be a posh party in Hampstead or a dance class in a rough part of Hackney. When I go to one of the rough areas, this is the track that often accompanies me. Yes, I really do pretend I’m a gangsta cruising the streets of Compton or Watts, rather than a respectable man driving a Golf Diesel. And notice I don’t go all the way with some hardcore NWA. No, my rap track has to be softened by Michael McDonald. Good though, isn’t it?
I must have spent a third of my recent life picking my kids up…

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