A flooded drawing room, a storm glitches through the sash window and a chandelier losing its crystals one by one. On a chair at the centre, a beautiful woman in pearls and a gown of Heinz Beanz tins, with the rest of her three-day supply stacked beside her. In the mirror, a high street has become a river. On the mantelpiece a radio plays a slow waltz, and a red dispatch box flickers into a price board.
Always falling for the thing that holds you...
