I'm typing this on the way home from 4 days of sessions at Calum Malcolm's place, exhausted even though I didn't play a note. In the breaks we seemed to talk about music nearly all the time, which sounds anal but was actually rather nice.  It's rare for me to be hanging out with a bunch of musicians, all of whom have such a great breadth of musical reference.  

Just listening to the sessions progress was pretty tiring in itself, as Calum and Paddy McAloon both have very acute ears (let's face it, they've made a few immaculate records between them) and they kept picking up on things that I missed. We had a damn good laugh as well of course: I'd never met Paddy before and he's the nicest of men.

Incidentally, if you're thinking that the concert diary looks empty - let's face it, it is empty - it's only because we haven't fixed definite dates for the various projects ahead.  October to February will start to fill up eventually.