A kind of encounter with Tom Odell – extremely talented songwriter, fantastic singer, good with birds.
It’s a Friday afternoon in mid-January, it’s minus four degrees in East London and the sun is shining, and the rock star is worried about the local fauna. There seems to be plenty of them: geese, he lists, ducks, “a lot of birds” and a few animals that fall victim to the acoustic reception. Foxes, possibly.