Well, tonight we get a chance to see how the knees of our generation are getting on. Elvis Costello is in town, and for the first time in many years he is playing in a “standing” venue. Will the 30 and 40 something’s be able to last the pace or will we need to be rushed off to emergency seating half way through “Pump it up”?

Played football last night in the midst of a tropical downpour, some excuse for my shoddy performance, I haven’t played for a couple of weeks and have been trying to shake off a cold. Then again it could be that my body rejected the appalling colour combination of green football shirt under orange T-shirt, with a red training top finishing “The Look” quite nicely.

I’ve finished reading “About the author” and it’s the sort of book that could make a pretty good film. The problem with reading it as a book is that you have too much time to wonder why our protagonist keeps making such monumentally stupid decisions. I’ve now moved onto another favourite author of mine, Japanese cult writer Banana Yoshimoto and her latest UK release “Goodbye Tsugumi” Less intense than the writings of Haruki Murakami, her books contain a dream like quality which I find compelling.