Looking for la bomba

I came pretty close to finding it on Friday at the Barbican with a band called Ska Cubana, but then a drunken excuse for Madness came on stage and screwed everything up... but the headliner was a singer/guitarista called Silvio Rodriguez (he probably spells it differently to me) and although I hardly understood a word it was great. Made all the more entertaining by the tone deaf lady in the front row who just couldn't help herself throw her head back, thrust her arms in the air and sing a different song. We tried to tell her, and I almost threw my shoe, but they were too valuable (it was a bit wet outside).

The rest of the weekend has been spent reacquainting myself with an old friend called Key Topics in Otolaryngology, I really don't know why we lost touch for all of a week. It all comes flooding back. Not the knowledge, but the negative conditioning of sitting in this room writing this instead of learing about perilymph fistulas and tympanosclerosis and different types of ear wax. What a lot you are all missing.

There's always a light at the end of the tunnel (and it's not always a freight train coming your way), going to NYC in November and might be meeting up with the big man Mazzo all de way from Italy over there. Nice.