Dreamt the other night about dropping acid and clambering over wire fences. It was horrible.

Thankfully, Steven Wells exists in this world, and therefore nothing can be all that bad. What happens when the looniest NME journalist in the world is brought in by the liberal-lefty typo-friendly Grauniad to talk about the current cricket situation? This does, that's what. I love Swells so much, I would run from him in the street without a moment's hesitation.

In other news, Ainslie off Fame Academy's song is fantastic. And, no, I don't have any shame.

( test, note to self )