Well, it wasn’t a wake, or even a real party, but I’m listening to The Dropkick Murphys version of that song right now. And I used to like drinking in that pub from time to time in Edinburgh. I’ve got a weakness for Oirish music, you see..

So, I saw Top Of The Pops the other night. Not Friday, you understand. Thursday. In the studio. It was a lot of fun, and an interesting insight into how one of Britain great musical institutions is put together. Apparently, I turned up on the show a disturbing number of times last night. It’s a weird experience, being enthusiatisic on cue, as is required of the audience. (Yes, that wild screaming before and after every song is faked I’m afraid…) Still, taking the term ecstatic experience a bit literally, and tying the whole thing into the secret word “totep” in Invisibles style, I took the opportunity afforded me, and expect weirdness in the next few weeks.

And I’m going back again at the beginning of October, thanks to Ryan, so if it works, I’ve got an opening for a repeat performance. Just got to work out what to do with it…