Ridiculous title. However it, and the bizarre faux-vintage movie/novel image, can be explained. The thoughts rushing through my mind as I was writing/playing this were of murder, intrigue, dashing racing drivers, an alcoholic countess and a simplistic 1980s interpretation of 1930s costume. Appropriately, the electronic instrument I used (long favoured by Vangelis) sounds truly 1987. If one were to film an Eighties nostalgia piece, I suppose it would be suitable. I am pictured beneath a palm at the Palm House at Kew Gardens.