Many years ago I went to the National Gallery in London with a girlfriend and she bought me a postcard of Saint Sebastian who, she seemed to think, looked a bit like me. For some reason the memory of that day came back recently and I imortalised it in song. It tells Sebastian’s story of double-martyrdom (he seemed to be something of a masochist). Despite the subject matter it’s certainly not meant to be taken seriously.

I must admit I knew nothing about Sebastian before researching it for this song though often wondered about the reasons for his fate. Seems I wasn’t alone. As I discovered his picture has been painted by numerous artists over the centuries right up to the present day – including sado-masochistic female versions. My song, to be fair, isn’t really about the saint but more about my relationship with the girl in question (not really named Caroline). It’s also a dig at the pretentioousness of  art galleries.