They are five. Alan. The boy with the motorbike and the pale blue eyes. The boy who plays second-hand guitars and sings like Sunday mornings. Jenny. Twin. The girl who loves tea and teapots and tea. The girl who sings harmonies like they were meant to be and works the jingle jangle black white keys. Glen. Brother. The boy with the pashminas and the hair to die for. The boy who plays the drums like a jester and thrills with the tom tom fills. Stuart. Friend.
