Before I move on to the rant of the day, just a bit more about the weekend. I am still just so glad that I bought those convention passes. As already discussed, it was great to hear the Marillion material again, but it was also fantastic to hear Fish's solo material live. I have most of the albums, but in the last few years when I've not been hearing live music, I realise that I really haven't heard his stuff to anything like best advantage. It must have been written to be performed live, and I will not go so long before seeing Fish live again.

Now for the rant. Pretty familiar territory for most of us, I'm afraid. The delivery that doesn't come. A bed for my daughter, ordered seven weeks ago with a delivery period of 3 to 4 weeks. The full price was taken off my card at the time, rather than just the deposit (apparently by mistake). So they have the money for seven weeks and I have no bed. So today, the mattress arrives, the underbed drawers arrive, the pillows arrive, but no bed in the lorry. I'd taken the day off, because full-scale reorganisation of her room is required. Luckily I hadn't (quite) got to the stage of dismantling the cot. I ranted down the phone at the poor guy in the shop with the result that I am promised the bed on Saturday, and have been refunded the delivery charge. I'm half ashamed to be ranting about something that is so pathetically routine, but so it goes.