O, to be in England...
This morning, I sat in a hot, deep bath, reading Paul Whitelaw's Belle and Sebastian biography, listening to Brian Matthew's Sounds of the Sixties on Radio 2 and wondering when he's going to get a better catchphrase than "That's it for this week, see you next week."
At 10 o'clock, he handed over (with his customary hint of disapproval) to Jonathan Ross, who kicked off with The Jam. I eased myself out of the bath, and attempted a Welleroid guitar hero leap while bellowing "Eating trifles! Eating trifles!"
Of course, I fell flat on my soapy arse. But I did feel moderately proud to be British.