Yes, it was me last night on the radio asking Vic Galloway questions about the Caledonian Forest, and making him dance to this. But then dancing round a radio studio like an idiot (or a Mud roadie) is as good a way of spending Friday night as some I could think of.

This morning I recorded a jingle which was meant to be in the style of Napalm Death, but as I'm far too old to be able to do that, it came out more like Led Zep-lite with laryngitis.

Later on, reading Alan Bennett's diaries in the hammock, I was pleased to find that he enjoyed the contents of the Ardkinglas House bookshelves as much as DG and I did a few weeks ago. In 1996 when ConCal played at the Northlands Festival, I was in another Scottish country house with Alan Bennett, but I was too starstruck to make any conversation other than necessary pleasantries, and I got the impression he'd rather have been staying in a modest B&B down the road anyway. Come to think of it, now I remember he was. But I did get to put my name in the visitor's book under his.