I've just woken up from two hours asleep on the sofa - oops.  I was in Edinburgh this morning to listen to Steven Osborne play some great Messiaen in the Queens Hall, stepping in for an ill Ivan Moravec at short notice.  I was backstage a few minutes before the gig when Jonathan Mills appeared, looked at me and said "What the hell are you doing here?" I had to reassure him I wasn't planning to go onstage and play the piano.

There was time to drop in on Simon Frith at the University before coming home - trying not to eye up the huge collection of vinyl in his office too obviously - and then I met Eddie McGuire on the train. That's not a bad set of encounters for a Thursday: a composer, a music sociologist, a pianist and a festival director, and each of them more multi-talented than such short descriptions would suggest.