Evidence

Given the appalling treatment my shoes (and indeed feet) have endured this week, these don't look too bad. The same can't be said for my clothes which, unworn or not, have come back from the wilds with an aroma that suggests essence of sheep / peat / mud.

Nothing for it but to collapse with a large glass and some ropey TV. As I've been out of the realms of the media I have to catch up with the webcam of the Unstaged event - well done all - and also find out what on earth Gordy said to that OAP in Rochdale.