He hummed Springsteen songs when he was feeling hopeful, The Pogues when he wasn’t. He was born to run from this dirty old town. It wasn’t only the weather that was unremitting grey it was the people, the buildings, the streets and walls were as dull as he felt. He couldn’t afford to get out. His monochrome job only just paid his phone bill. Until he signed up, and then it wasn’t just his finances that brightened. Every time he took his phone out, everywhere he looked was bright. Colour. Beautiful people. Life. Friends painted on every wall and street.