Imagine, walking through the woods with your dog. And hearing a drunken singing, a singing you recognise: you knew there was a chance of meeting him the seconded you moved to Ireland. But here he is, Hozier, Andrew Hozier-Byrne, drunkenly singing in the woods.

Andrew: “~Wasteland, baby. I’m in love, I’m in love with you~”

He sings, not properly, his words are slightly slurred and you can here his accent. It’s rather cute.