Tom Rosenthal

There's a mad lady sat in the park Talking to someone who's back with you She's closing her eyes, taking her time She's listening out for the answers

when you were gone I hope that we'll never stop talking she says Gina

That's how love is.

A dream here before you see her up there.

Leaning.

Go to the parties, have a good time.

Go to New York, keep feeling.

That's what I'd want if I went first That's what I'd say from the other side You carry it round like a heavy balloon Until it bursts, until the love floods you

We'll never stop talking We'll never stop talking We'll never stop talking We'll never stop talking

We'll never stop talking

hello sorry to bother you um can i ask you a slightly odd question um i'm making a podcast um called strangers on a bench where essentially i talk to people i don't know on benches for 10 or 15 minutes um are you up for that do you want to give it a go

Do you have a favourite day of the week?

Do you know what day it is today?

There we go.

Can you remember the best Monday of your life?

Can you remember a time in your life when you enjoyed Mondays the most?

What were those jobs?

If you could think of one particular job where you were most excited to get back?

Why was it ridiculous?

So what was your role in the ice cream factory?