It did my head in, really freaked me out. It was exactly the same, apart from the fact that the pictures were missing from the wall and you could see where the wallpaper around them had faded. I was bawling like a baby that night, I’m telling you. It brought everything back. Ian. Joy Division. We never used to talk about it. The years that followed Ian’s death were for getting on with New Order and the Haçienda, not for mourning and wallowing, but every now and then something like that would catch you unawares. You’d walk into a room you associated with Ian and suddenly you were poleaxed.
