Faringdon in Oxfordshire is a peculiar town. The folly comes with a health warning and the doves are painted neon colours. The most unsurprising thing about the place is that the graveyard has a ghost: the headless spectre of poor Hampden Pye.
James spills the beans on how Hampden lost his head, when all about were keeping theirs.
Also, it was very, very hot when we recorded and we are very, very English. So we moan about it. A lot.
(Contains mild references to violence and suicide.)
Loreboys nether say die!