Well, my hair is getting steadily worse, and I do seem to be in a permanent state of crisis, but would like to observe that having a good quality recording of "Cloudbusting" for the first time since I became obsessed with the aforementioned song and played the tape too much, then the other Kate Bush tape too much, makes everything slightly better. In fact, Kate Bush makes the world slightly better, as does Philip Larkin and the continued fictitious existence of Renee Montoya.

And conversations about stocking glue, however practical the reasons, are doomed to become very weird.