After a day rooting in dusty cupboard drawers for long-forgotten receipts and missing statements, the dreaded tax return day, how good now, to be making towards Manchester for my second concert of the week.
Nitin Sawhney's Human has been in the disk drive while I've been tapping away at spreadsheets. Number-crunching ain't my bag; I'm worn; hope after Nitin's gig to be feeling a little bit human again.
[LATE UPDATE: Nitin had to postpone his show at The Lowry due, we were told, to "technical difficulties". How human is that? So instead Adrian and I spent the evening supping cool beer on the banks of the Ship Canal, talking footer and watching the girls go by from a table in the bright and airy Pizza Express. Summer nights in Manchester don't come much better than this.]