This episode is the first of a two-part section of the story about my visit to the Pinnock family grave in Portishead cemetery. It’s a bit less cheery than the rest of the narrative (although there is quite a decent Portishead gag in it – well, it made me laugh), but then it is about death, after all. One of the themes I wanted to explore a bit in the book was the idea of leaving behind a “legacy” of whatever sort, whether it’s a few obscure reggae singles or, indeed, a book that can’t find a publisher – or whatever Philip Pinnock bequeathed to the world. It’s quite fascinating to see the random selection of bits and bobs that do get left behind, even if they do sometimes remind you of how much the odds are stacked against you.