I have a sneaking suspicion that commercial radio is trying to make friends with me. Today in the car I heard, in alphabetic order: Arcade Fire, Aretha, The Beatles, David Bowie, Cake, The Clash, Cornershop, Creedence, The Cure, Dresden Dolls, Folk Implosion, Hole, Interpol, New Order, The Pixies, R.E.M., The Ronettes, Scissors Sisters, The Shins, The Smiths and The Supremes. Gorgeous. Commercial radio, we are flirting now! In fact, I am not wearing any underwear!

Speaking of underwear, and with the full understanding that the following clause has nothing whatsoever to do with underwear, I hope that everyone had a nice Easter, if that is your thing. Mine was, as any holiday spent with my in-laws Kafkaesque. Happily no human blood was smeared on any food I was expected to consume (long story, but this seriously did happen), so there's something to be said for it, I suppose.