In the fading grip of la grippe, or at least a cold with feverish elements if not full-blown flu. The usual hot and cold shivers, like a broken shower. But yesterday seems to have been the worse of it: I could barely leave the bed.

Phone call from a journalist who wants to interview me about the ‘Beautiful And Damned’ club night. He was there and loved it, apparently. It’s been a while since I’ve been interviewed for a proper UK newspaper as opposed to a fanzine or webzine. I pride myself on giving good interview, and am looking forward to it. As soon as I can think clearly.

Official confirmation comes in that I’m definitely on the ballot paper for the May council elections.