In which Genesis P details his love for Lady Jane explaining how they met in a dungeon after he left his kids in LA to spend a week end in New York. Then the kids disappear out of the story. The focus is on the Super 8 films of the relationship and how GP comes over as an older eccentric rather than the wrecker of civilisations - worried about his legacy he has every documented scrap of his life in an archive.
And why not, he has lived his life according to an artistic script, breaking taboos, and producing something powerful and resonating in his wake. An artist does not have to be a saint. But here he documents how he found some love in his life before it withered and the joy steams from him/her as a result of this union. In between are snippets of his band and his thoughts - he is the nearest thing to a British Warhol but says something about the world and engages with it instead of being trapped within an autistic mirror where he cannot connect. Warhol wanted to join in and control it, whereas Genesis wants to smash it - a different form of engagement