"Radical site specific outdoor promenade theatre at its best," said the programme. In practice, we were led through an Edinburgh housing estate where Ronnie Golden sang at us, local kids threw waterbombs, and the whole thing climaxed with us watching a man in a bear suit climbing Arthur's Seat from a mile or two away. And you'll never see it. Sorry.
GNER trains would like a spellchecker for Christmas.
It appears that young people, desperate for kicks, have been stealing rubber johnnies from my local Tesco. It's the only reason I can imagine for Tesco wrapping every packet in a clear plastic shoebox with a security tag on it.
The hi-tech ticket booking system at the Odeon Wardour Street loses some of its credibility when you spot it running the DOS Scandisk utility.
Found on a street corner in East London: what looks alarmingly like one complete set of airplane seats.
Gloucester Green, Regent's Park, That London
The mighty Supergrass at Somerset House. Fiendishly, they saved all the stuff from their latest album for an acoustic section in the middle of the gig, and the intimacy made the new songs sound just as good as the old favourites. Excellent support from the fuzzy-looking Son Of Dave at the bottom there, creating full-throttle blues jams with just a microphone, a mouthorgan and loops sampled on the fly.