"He wanted a realistic looking English ship, because he misses home and needs to remind himself that he’s homeward bound. What he said was: ‘We’re always on the road but my heart is at home and I want a ship.’"
It’d be like 2,3 in the morning and I’d be singing full power at the top of my voice. My sister’d be banging on the wall, going: "Shut up, you can’t even sing. Go to sleep."
That was kind of, I guess, where the dream started.