So busy I haven't had a moment to take stock of the state of my own face. A small morsel of food was recently found to be hanging off it. Didn't finish hitBACK related tasks until 1am, then up at 7.30, and I'm away all weekend so had to pack a bag, water plants, decorate the spare room, install an under-floor heating system, etc. All those pressing tasks.

Then next week rehearsals, rehearsals, gig in Liverpool with Sally Crewe on Wednesday… I have logistical problems attacking me from all sides, one of them has a blunderbuss, and I don't even have enough people with me to form a decent phalanx. Balls.

I have a small CD case which I bring with me when I'm not working from home. O for an iPod. I don't know what to listen to first. The contents of the case:

Steely Dan – Everything Must Go
The Fall – CD1 of the Totally Wired double CD
Buntychunks – Brain EP
Beach Boys – Smile outtakes
American Music Club – some compilation someone did me
Harry Nilsson – CD1 of 3CD best of
Magma – CD3 of triple CD 1976 concert in Reims
An opera compilation that Rose made me when I said that opera was shit
America – America's Greatest Hits (I know)
The very best of the Bee Gees
Captain Beefheart – Lick My Decals Off baby
10CC – The Original Soundtrack
The Real Tuesday Weld – I Lucifer
The Fifth Dimension – CD1 of a best of double CD.

I'm distressed by the number of “best ofs” in the above list. Shirley tells me that I should get the Bee Gee's “Trafalgar” rather than mess about with Greatest Hits packages… But the Bee Gees without a disco backbeat is like Earth Wind And Fire without an enormous on-stage pyramid. Pointless.

Apologies for the large number of music related posts, but: listening to Todd Rundgren's “Hermit Of Mink Hollow” this morning, and heard the fantastic lyric:

Why don't you write your mother
Why don't you call your family
They're expecting an answer
Spare them your strange behaviour

Ha. Spare them your strange behaviour. Funny. No? Oh.

Jenny's now in the last week of her current job, and this weekend we get the last of the travel perks: a weekend stay in a swanky hotel in Nottingham. I have to dress up smart so as not to embarrass myself, Jenny and the staff of the hotel. And possibly the citizens of Nottingham.

Apparently Nottingham has a network of underground labyrinths, which I find rather exciting. If the weather stays like this I might elect to spend the whole weekend exploring them.

Enough. Work to do.