I’ve been looking at the stuff I wrote towards the album I’m working on now that didn’t quite make the cut.

When I first moved to Auckland, I moved into that great little flat in Grey Lynn, and I had a flurry of unemployed productivity, writing songs that became Susan and Skinny Jeans, and once I got kicked out - Marion Bates Realty.

This was one I wrote early on when an electricity saleswoman stopped by my house. It’s a cute song, you could tell I was listening to a lot of Jens Lekman and The Magnetic Fields at the time. I like that last line ‘Valerie, I don’t even have electricity.’

But where it falls over is that bridge - it’s too long, and probably doesn’t need to be there at all. I could probably rewrite it, but it feels like it’s more charming as a flawed experiment that lead me to other things.