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I phone the editor of iD on a whim.

‘Daniel, oh yes. After our piece about him appeared, he called wanting to write for us and he didn’t stop ringing until I’d given in.’

‘Guts.’

‘Yeah,’ the editor chuckles to herself. ‘Daniel is definitely a one-off.’

Memories of my late teendom include a tumble of hopeless crushes, Steppenwolf, Jaws, electro-pop, Saturday Night Fever, suicide bands. And a permanent rictus of raw and unrequited rage. All the usual teenage apparatus, in other words.