That Kate Bush lyric from "Running Up That Hill" — "If I only could, I'd make a deal with God" — hit different when I was sitting in A&E at St James's at 3am with my dad after his heart scare, his hand gripping mine like I was the one keeping him here. The nurse had The Dreaming playing low on the ward radio, of all things, and I remember thinking how mad it was that a song from 1985 knew exactly what it felt like to bargain with something bigger than you when you've got no chips left on the tab