The house in Willesden Green, North London, the third house shared by various bits of KTP. In retrospect I feel terrible about what we did to the neighbours - - this was a large semi-detached (i.e. shared a wall with the house next door) family home in a nice middle class suburb. We were looking for a big place so we could all live together, and this was the only place we could find. Katherine and I dressed up in suits and pretended we were very respectable yuppies, which is the only way we could convince anyone to rent us such a property. Obviously we must have been the neighbours from hell, and one time the man from next door did come round and say we'd put his wife in hospital with a nervous breakdown. This seemed really funny at the time. He and his wife had come round many many times before, wheedling, cajoling and threatening, but nothing they did could make us behave like decent human beings. You can see from the photo that the house took a real bashing - - it gradually fell to bits in our loving hands. When the landlords finally managed to evict us some years later, we left behind something resembling a bombsite.