So things haven’t gone quite to plan. Having just sat down to turn my rough notes into literary epistles of gleaming wonder, my friend mark turns up. I don’t see him that often as he is one of these jet setting marketing types but we shared our first house together and shared our formative years going to gigs and festivals and pushing each others music all tastes in all sorts of directions. So instead of an afternoon of creative scribbling it has been an afternoon of tea drinking and nostalgia, an excuse to get the old vinyl out if nothing else. Still an afternoon playing songs by The Boomtown Rats, The Icicle Works and Echo and The Bunnymen is never a wasted afternoon. Deadlines…well, there is always tomorrow.