And welcome to this week’s thrill-packed episode of rambling nonsense.
Friday night’s expedition to the Old Mail House was successful, from my point of view at least, in that I managed to pull off a triumph of rock’n’roll blokiness, by diverting course on the way to the gig to buy an angle grinder.
That’s nearly as blokily impressive as a man with two sheds, wouldn’t you say?
(I don’t actually have two sheds. I’m not weird, or anything).