Some glorious saint has gone round all the posters of Jamie Cullum at Oxford Circus station, and has written next to his head very carefully in black marker pen “I AM A BAD HUMAN BEING”. Nice work.

To the Mildmay Club in Newington Green last night, to celebrate 10 years of 's record label. The venue is astounding, all glittered backdrop, high stage and tiny bar, a genuine working men's club. Fire regulations stated that no more than 200 tickets could be sold for the event, which might well have hit 's pocket hard, but it made for a spacious and pleasant evening out. You could actually walk from the stage to the bar and back again without having to push past people while accidentally on purpose tipping beer down their fronts. Even when special guests Franz Ferdinand took to the stage, playing new tunes and a particularly sharp version of The Fire Engines' “Get Up And Use Me”.

I was sweating “cobs” before the gig, although probably not as much as , both of us terrified that word would spread and the place would be besieged by screaming teens trying to touch popstars' bottoms. Fortunately it didn't happen, although I wasn't monitoring too closely who touched whose bottom. It was a bizarre experience seeing them play for the first time, knowing that they could have sold out that venue dozens upon dozens of times over. I was going to write long and detailed musings on the nature of fame, but actually I'm supposed to be working. Suffice to say: they're just normal blokes, of course. There are websites on the net dedicated to the worship of bass player Bob. But he just plays bass. That's all. He's a nice bloke in a band, who plays slick disco basslines while standing disinterestedly stage left. It's astonishing how we become attracted to those who are successful, and of course I'm as guilty as everyone else. I know Alex and Paul from early 90s shenanigans in Glasgow, but I'd not met Bob before and so I said “hello” to him afterwards. He had the look of a man who has been said “hello” to far more often than any of the rest of us could even imagine. My sympathy goes out to him. Along with colossal amounts of envy, obviously.