I spent yesterday wandering around Cambridge with Chris and his equally funny and fun girlfriend Lynn. I bought overpriced fudge from the fudge shop, took photographs of them in front of great lumps of English heritage and we browsed antiques. We had a bostin’ time.

They also nudged me into a CD fair where I picked up a fine overlooked album by The Power Station, called Living in Fear, for only a fiver. (Yeah, I know, it’s £3.99 at Amazon.) It was released after the death of band member Bernard Edwards, top bassist and producer.