Been feeling a bit ill today. Nauseous and dizzy. That’s gone now, sort of… “Such a strange thing to say; sort of, it’s more of a filler, doesn’t really mean anything. Sometimes sort of means everything. Like after: I love you… sort of, or: you’re going to live…” - Demetri Martin, In a direct quote… sort of.

Maybe I have the Swine Flu… or the Bird Flu… or have eaten Akrylamid… or any other media hype… Maybe I have Sven-Göran Eriksson to Notts County!

Forgot to mention this the other day (when it happened) but Spotify now have a large chunk of The Silence Records catalogue. An institute of culture. Check it out.