The first time I ever went to New York was around the time of No Exit - Blondie had not been a thing for ages. On the flight out on the media player there was even a new documentary about them - which I watched. I then went to lots of meetings, feeling jet-lagged and generally strung out. Eventually that was all over and because i’d never been there before one of the New York gays very kindly took me around trying to make me have fun even though I was pretty naive. We met in some funny little diner to have breakfast. And then Debbie Harry walks in, sits 2 tables away and orders her breakfast. And honestly, I’m not entirely sure I’ve ever recovered from the perfectness of that moment.