The ability to construct proper sentences (and don’t even think about paragraphs) seems to have deserted me today, so, continuing an occasional series of my own, here are some thoughts for the day:

– It appears that I am not the only person to notice the striking resemblence Chelsea’s mysterious Russian billionaire, Roman Abramovich, bears to Jimi Goodwin out of The Doves.

– [Listening to Jerk It Out by The Caesars]. Damn, I’m going to miss Teachers again tonight.

– Times must be tough (#2 in an occasional series): the bass player from Ocean Colour Scene is selling his bass guitar, signed by Paul McCartney, on ebay. No bids so far.

– You should read this.

– You should buy this. £5 well spent, I hope, and you get to join me at the swanky launch party full of media-whores and E-list celebrities (probably).

– V2003 is this weekend. After the months of anticipation and excitement that led up to glasto, this one’s crept up with little more than a wimper. It’s just not the same, though, is it? [sample quote from the information on the offical website, which kind of sums up the type of festival it is for me: “You can bring water into the arena… [but] not more than 1 litre in size. If you are ill or pregnant and need to take in more water please ask a steward to contact their supervisor for permission to do so.”] I don’t even know who’s playing, and I can’t be bothered to spend too much time at the official website, which so shabby that they can’t even achieve top search result in Google for their own festival. Says it all.

– Oh, but there is some good news. I think I see a chink of light at the end of the tunnel (in the new year maybe – assuming it isn’t a train heading towards me), following a very interesting chat with an old colleague at lunchtime. I’m just biding my time…