The first time I met Kyran, I looked grotesque. It was Zan Rowe’s 33-and-a-third birthday party in 2011, the theme was “come as your favourite album”. I was just 21, invited to this very cool party full of radio people and not confident enough in my musical taste to pick one.
My genius solution: go as a “greatest hits” album, all beat up and covered in fake blood. I thought it was hilarious but I ended up having to awkwardly explain the concept to every person I met. Then I was introduced to Kyran, who ever-so-coolly wasn’t even in costume. He was the only person who got it and genuinely seemed to find it funny.
