Tonight was an opportunity to do something I've not done in a while. I went out for the evening for a quiet chat in a pub. Simple as that. I even had time to go home and have a shower. Being me, I also took the opportunity to wire up the switches in my living room and put a load of washing on (as in a washing machine load, rather than lots).

Then out to a pub for liquid and chat. As the evening ended, I saw someone wrapping a piece of string round their head three times and claiming it was their height. I would have considered this local madness if I hadn't heard it discussed on the radio a few hours previously. Finger on the pulse, that's me.