A Few More Precious Degrees

What ho! No sweaty tube trains this morning, just a calm, sedate, solitary, coffee and yoghurt-infused period of reflection in my ‘office’. Thursday dawning as bright and as warm as any day for a while-and this might be as good as it gets for a while. Bring out the crumpled linen! Slap on the factor 50! Where are those flip-flops?

And what sad news about Bellowhead calling it a day. I share the thoughts already expressed here that they were/still are one of the best live bands out there. Unique. Hilarious. Inspired, Infectious. I saw them first with the Unthanks (as they are now) opening the Folk Awards-it was a crowded stage but they were the best act of the night and I’ve loved them ever since. Those last gigs will be huge!

Today Nigel is doing raw beef with an assortment of items (I’ve forgotten, but that is about right).

And we are doing FLIRTING oldies. This is because TV’s Susanna Reid says that chewing her pen and ‘flashing the pins’ is not the same as flirting. I know what she means and it never works for me. Anthony Horowitz ignored my well toned ankle for the entire 20 minutes he was in the studio. So flirt away with the tunes please.