I don't know, I'm away for 48 hours and the whole blinking place seems to have gone to pot. Must be something in the air.
You'll be pleased to hear the gig in Manchester went off alright, although there must have been a misunderstanding somewhere along the line, as when I pressed the big red button to open the hideous tower block thing, the entire edifice blew up.
But the developers seemed pleased enough and took me to lunch in the Pennines. Mind you, the conversation was dull as, and seemed to revolve for the most part around some local geographical feature called Rooney's Foot.