Listening to a dead poet ramble on about his like for music is exhausting. You’re sat on a chair, head in your hands as Thomas’ expresses his deep love for The Smiths. He waves his hands around, explaining how their songs are representative of his own life, and how emotional they make him.

“So you see? That is why they have changed my life. Well…not life, but you get the picture.” He finally finishes talking, smiling while pressing his hands together, waiting for your response.