It always happens, but the trip schedule is starting to fill up, and fill up fast. I have a few emails from lovely people to reply to, and I need to actually sit down and write it all down so I don’t forget anything. I think dinner at Saratoga is now completely spoken for (nice), I’m making a few plans in Manhattan, and I am going to see Bruce Springsteen!!! Did I mention that? Springsteen. Me. I’ve been waiting for this since the first time I heard “Jungleland” played over headphones on a small stereo in a city record shop in the summer of 1979. They had a huge poster at the front of the shop for a new ELO record, but the guy in the shop insisted I listen to this track. It knocked me out. Twenty eight years ago. A lifetime. I honestly never thought it would happen. The Boss and the Big Man and the band. Here we go!

It would appear that I’m busy next Thursday night. Got plans. Somewhere to be. Here precisely. Magic. Many thanks to Cheryl and Kevin for organising the night out. It should be very special.