Dirgemeisters

Here are four names which make me go "Oh no, I'm gloomy enough": Coldplay, Elbow, Richard Hawley, and, new to me, Doves. I came across the last-named on a BBC thing about electric something, and the Doves (Wilmslow lads, Helen and Rick might be amused to hear) did a lively set with a Bulgarian choir. In fact, I quite enjoyed the show, so I downloaded some of their stuff. Elbowish. Enough said.

But I watched an excellent show on Sky Arts which was part of a guitar festival - Crossroads Chicago. (Tom - look away now) Clapton was the main man on the set I saw, and he had Jeff Beck, Robbie Robertson and Stevie Winwood with him. They all sounded fresh and dynamic. I might even buy the DVD. Blind Faith stuff is still good, you know.

Now here's a thing. Fleetwood Mac are back on the road, and a five-star review in the paper today. "In two and a half hours, there isn't a dull moment", it says in my paper. Who says 70's music is passé (apart from Tom)?

Château Dubois is building up to La Grande Arrivée. There is food and drink, and a little to spare. The bad news is that lots of rain is forecast for Sunday. On verra.

The golf is still going reasonably well. All I have to do is turn my arse along with my shoulders, then rip it. Easy, really.

I was going to mention the Pope and his takeover bid for the woman-fearing homophobe wing of the CofE, but medieval church politics isn't even amusing. The blokes who have gone over will be revelling in their robes and incense flim-flam, and they are even married. There could be some jealous chaps over there.

I went to see Nursie today to have the three-monthly hormone implant stuck in my tum. There's no point in complaining: all they say is "Well, you're still alive, aren't you?" and all I can say is yes.

A little jest. A dyslexic woman had been to the doctor for some tests. She was called to tell her that the test results were in, and that the doctor wanted to see her. So she went in, and the doctor said "You have acute angina". She blushed and said "Well, thank you doctor!"

More golf tomorrow while the Paris mob are on the road, then I shall devote myself to my guests. Though I reserve the right to slip off for a nap if I need one.