Last night I did a gig in Corby. I still don't know a great deal about the place, despite having spent a couple of hours or so there, and despite having invoked much laughter from some of its residents.

It is near Northampton. It may or may not have some connection with the trouser press, the likes of which can be found in hotel rooms around the country, bearing the name of this town. And that is about it.

On a positive note, the cruise control facility of the car was in operation nicely last night, freeing my feet for dancing. I also listened to an odd and rather moving musical - The Last Five Years. I'm not emotionally solid enough at the moment to hear it again right away. It was good though

So, a good night out and I had a good journey in each direction and was even home at a reasonable hour