My brother and I went to the world's saddest acoustic night on Tuesday - one man and his guitar, playing Lord of the Dance and Ocean Drive. Oh well. My brother nipped off and I went and chatted to this one-man-jukebox and ended up drinking cider and singing along to Sam Cooke and getting to play on a Fender Stratocaster electro-acoustic so not a bad evening at all! Even better - he turned out to be a journalist so another random crazy link for R and I on our career schmoozing.

So much for keeping up the social pace - instead of going to Ifwr Bach to meet a Wild contact I fell asleep and stayed in. Two days of excitement is clearly more than enough - boo.