I spent most of my life hiding away at home in Wood Green, until almost 2 years ago I met a kindred miser, Len, in Costcutter reaching for the same packet of frozen sweetcorn and after a brief tussle for custody of the vegetables we called a truce, deciding that war is good for nothing and that peas is the answer.

So we combined forces and made plans for a world in which grown men (and women) can come together to share their melancholy without fear of ridicule, or having their heads shoved down the bogs by unfeeling bullies.

We made Feeling Gloomy so anyone can come and celebrate the sad songs that make us happy, and so we might meet some girls.