Went to a great concert last night at the Shepherd's Bush Empire.  The great big 11-piece folk band Bellowhead, supported by the equally wonderful Jim Moray (in turn supported by Chris T-T, who sang a song about a hedgehog bleeding to death, seriously).  If you've turned up your nose because of the word "folk", then clearly you're not in with the in crowd.

The whole thing was being filmed for a concert DVD as well, so whenever it comes out, you can look for me dancing and hopping like a fool about five lines of people back from the stage.  I'm wearing a red stripey shirt, standing next to a complete tit avid fan in a purple wig.  Near me is my friend Jonathan, even taller than I am.  We probably won't be that hard to spot.  We're the ones blocking the entire view of the short girls behind us.  Don't pity them, they made animal noises all the way through the Jim Moray set.

Finally, ask yourself, if you haven't danced a reel or a jig this week, is your life really worth living?