Unsolved mysteries

Published on Thu 4 Mar 2010

The suitcase in my garden disappeared at some point on Friday, just as mysteriously as it turned up. I've put not looking inside it on my already quite long enough list of things I've regretted not doing in my life (though admittedly 90% of that list involves not asking people out). I've now convinced myself it was either full of money or Guylian chocolate seashells.

The Cambridge game last Tuesday was fun - much better than they've been lately and, best of all, at half time we got to see the (hopefully) never to be repeated sight of ex U's captain Paul Wanless trying to kick a giant testicle past a man dressed as a moose.

I played some keys for Dave at the Globe on Saturday, which was fun, but a little disappointing because I didn't play anywhere near as well as I had done in the practice a couple of days before. I got all nervous/shy and it went straight to my hands. There's no point playing things apologetically. I didn't get anything actually wrong and we'd only had a couple of run throughs I guess - I'm sure I'll do better if we do it again. The Pony Collaboration were on after us and, as they always seem to be, were lovely. I know I say it every time, but watching them makes me really happy. Go and see them if you can.

What else has happened... I did some singing for the Travis Waltons album last night. It was a bit of an adventure getting to the studio - I got the bus to a nearby Park and Ride, not realising that this particular one wasn't designed to be walked to, and ended up having to clamber along a grass verge next to a fairly busy A road and then creeping past some roadworks trying not to get hit by flying gravel/shouted at by workmen/run over by a steamroller. When I did get there it took me about half an hour to get my 20 second part in tune and in time. Impressive stuff. I think it'll sound ok when it's buried under a multitude of Dans. The finished and rough mixes I've heard are sounding really, really nice. It's going to be so good when it's done.

Scars turned up on Spotify (hopefully that link'll work when it's been myspacified), and sounds ok. Tell your friends. It's nice to see it there - makes me feel like a real person.

This made me laugh, spotted during Midsomer Murders on Saturday afternoon. It's amazing how even the biggest companies manage to balls up the details. Or maybe it isn't.

My friend Ciaran sent me this link. What an incredible idea. I'm going to have to start having more mornings off...