There aren’t a lot of photographs of me aged 23 as a starving young journalist in London. But I just noticed that I had this in the office here, and scanned it from my British Library Reading Room card (they would cut the old card in half when they gave you a new card and give you the photo back).
I was not even wearing black yet. Even the leather jacket was grey.
Neil was, and continues to be, a babe for the ages