So I'm back in Star Yard, just off Brick Lane, checking the Fanakapans. Only two cars parked in there this time, out of one of which some guy is taking cans of spray paint from the boot. Um, are you Fanakapan? Nah, but I know him, though. What's your name, then? What, my artist name? Yeah. Dan Kitchener. Dan Kitchener? You're Dan Kitchener?! Before I know it, I'm turning into Mark Chapman, telling him my life story, asking for his autograph, apologizing for being such a knobhead fanboy. I haven't asked for anyone's autograph since I was a kid. WTF is wrong with me? He's here to repair one of his works, on Hanbury St. Someone's painted on it. Well, what do you expect? Yeah, I know, but... . Man, to be a good artist.
Midnight Drive.