all I can say is

all I can say is “ack”. blogging after going to the pub is never a good plan, particularly if you are feeling as melancholy as me.
anyway, went to see “the band” (Could Be Good) play the Fountain, and they were their usual selves, which is nice. Bumped into Kearn and Ian and also extracted a beer from Paul, so a worthwhile night out.
now listening to Mr John Peel before heading to bed for sleep – actually slept very very solidly last night for the first time in four weeks and I feel that I might do the same again tonight – I think my body has just had enough of all this and really can’t cope any more.