Tired and grumpy, full of flu, wanting more than January blue. That's how this week finds me.

But not to worry.

There's a project I really can't tell you about and a story I need to get straight. A job I should have applied for, to replace the one that I hate.

I'm sure things will improve.

Those who've seen it will remember the Friends episode where Ross sleeps with someone other than Rachel, as the two of them were 'on a break'. Was his problem that he slept with another girl, or that he told Rachel?

Just asking.

I don't really like Friends, but, like the Police Academy films, I seem to know all of the episodes.

Things are fractured.

Fuck me! Two posts in a week! Anyone would think I was a blogger.

Okay, it's Friday, so here's your Friday music thing, inspired this week by the never-ending job search that is modern living:

Which job would you like in the music industry, and why?

Two starters:
a) Editor of the NME, so I could have a crack at turning it back into what it was (an indie must-read) to what it has become (a rag).
b) Meg White's drumstick caddy. Because she's cute and I could carry her sticks.

What's yours? Hmm..? HMMM....???

Would you believe it!?? A post!!

Okay, I might have been a little lax around here of late and I apologise.

Actually, it's all been a bit odd. Thanks to you all for your kind words, and to some of you for your advice and drunken companionship.

Anyway, onwards. I'll get some proper posting done as I get more and more back into here, and I've also got a few people to catch up with. All very soon.

One question I wanted to put today, though. It's come from a thought germinated during a conversation with another blogger: How many of you haven't slept with another blogger? I have, but I wonder how widespread this is. Quite frankly, it seems like everyone is doing it...