At last I can sit down and relax. This morning began as the day continued, fighting the good fight and righting wrongs, mostly those concerned with letters arriving a month or two late. Although I expected no end of hassle, for once the public were less bloody minded and some even smiled cheerily as they dealt with my catalogue of problems.

Maybe it's the warmth of the library, the top public floor with computers in every corner, but I'm feeling a little drowsy. As usually happens in the afternoon I had to wait an hour for an available slot and sat there reading science magazines, I was nodding off a few times.

Another One Bites The Dust

I suppose it's inevitable, but the legion of music performers from the era of popular music beginning in the 60's are getting older, and they're starting to disappear, one by one. I hear today that Gary Moore has bitten the dust. That saddens me of course, not just because he will never perform live again, but also as symbolic of this attrition that will surely increase as times go by.

Are the younger musical celebs going to induce this kind of nostalgic regret for their passing? Not from me. Most of them I haven't heard of, and most of what they did isn't anywhere near as ground-breaking as the old rockers used to be. When you think about it, what a fantastic period for music we've been living through.

Stamping Out The Music

At the other end of the scale, I see the police might be given powers to confiscate iPods of troublesome youths. That has my full backing. teach kids the basics again. Reading, Writing, 'Rithmetic, and Rock music.

Hey, I never had my iPod confiscated by the police. You might argue that's partly because they weren't invented when I was young, and that being a complete techno-luddite, I still don't own one. Then again, maybe that's because I still prefer music performed the way it should be.

In The News

As I stroll down the hill every morning to go about my lawful and non-iPod business, I pass by a newsagent on the corner. They have newspapers laid out along the bottom shelf in such a way that I can give the headlines a quick survey.

There's one tabloid that has, for the last two months, put nothing else on their front page than the thrills and spills of Jordan's turbulent private life. Maybe they ought to call it the Jordan Times. Or maybe News of the Jordan? Whatever.

So far the news in that paper is so interesting that I haven't bought a copy. Why would I bother? The headline tells you everything you need to know, and probably more than that. Who is she, anyway? Anybody know?

I guess I'll soon discover which newspapers people are reading right now.