Purpendicular

And a happy St George's day to you too. Lovely sunny morning around the estate as the scrub gets used to the post-trampoline conditions. As a tan-line on your body leaves evidence of hot weather, so the wide circle of bare earth in the garden is testament to many years of bouncing pleasure. As is the lump of dead skin on the tip of my left index finger. I stuck it back on after the trampoline sliced it off (as you know) and it's still there, just with no feeling. This makes typing and operating studio equipment a bit of a hit and miss affair. I'm getting my excuses in early.

And today we are cranking up the volume for the return of Deep Purple. In the 70s it seemed all my sisters friends were into Machine Head or In Rock and the strains of Space Truckin', Fireball and My Woman From Tokyo wafted through many a cassette player's tinny speaker. Well they're back and they have a new album called Now What?! or that might be !?. Ian Gillan and Ian Paice are in today and I for one will be wearing a cheesecloth smock in their honour. And a denim, patched shirt, loon jeans with a floppy hat to complete the look. Who's in? Come on you know you want to...

And oldies please for TEA DRINKERS. Yes that means you. A new census of our drinking habits reveals that we drink 11 million gallons a day with a quarter of us getting through 5 or more cups a day. Tea tunes please.

Have a well-caffeinated and perfectly-strained Tuesday, see you after 5.