The Seabrook's Crisps mystery has been solved (and they weren't all tomato sauce flavour after all). Hooray!

Sharp-eared listeners to Radio Scotland may have heard me playing the melodica on Songlines on Tuesday when I wasn't burbling on about Urbani, in the programme for Burns Night about Red Red Rose. I think it gets repeated tomorrow.

Yesterday I had a fun afternoon at the RSAMD playing for Catherine Bott's singing masterclass. And some very good singers there were too, most encouraging. But how Kate can be entertaining, enlightening and fun for two and a half hours without a break when she's just sung a recital through the remnants of bronchitis is beyond me. Adrenaline is a powerful thing. Sight reading at the harpsichord for 2½ hours just about did me in.

Then off to Edinburgh for an ECAT concert in association with the SPNM (society for the prevention of nice music) which included a great little piece by Rob Wright for cello and tape, where the electronic material was all derived from the things a cello bow can do with a string. Visit his site and play with the toys: the Flash Player Piano is my favourite, although the Wind Chime Marimba is now doing unexpectedly interesting things as I write this.

If you have still haven't seen Dick and Dom in action of a weekend morning, this might give you some clues as to what the fuss is all about. This morning's Wild West version of Motörhead's Ace of Spades during Muck Muck Saloon was particularly inspired. 

But now to deal with an avalanche of email about Februaries 2005 & 2006 in Canada.