Hunger for Life

by Andy Marr

she picked out a Walkman from a box on her floor and turned triumphantly towards me. ‘I want you to lie down and listen to this,’ she said, handing me a pair of earphones. ‘And remember,’ she added, smiling, ‘it’s one of my favourites, so you’re not allowed to hate it.’ ‘What is it?’ I asked, as I sank into Hannah’s mattress. ‘It’s Sigur Ros. And it’s beautiful. Close your eyes. I’m going to press play.’