Upstairs this afternoon, ironing shirts, I looked out of the window at the remnants of the snow, and remembered this. It - the song - says all there is to know about where I was at when I wrote it in 1985, as my marriage was disintegrating into painful shards. I sat there in my house in Harrow, staring out of the dark window, and wrote it down, more or less in real time, as it happened.
By two years later, when I came to record it on my little Fostex 4 track and my Roland drum machine, all that angry emotion had been flushed away, and I could have some fun. It's the most enjoyable recording I've ever done (until very recently).
Drifting into Danger