There's a crow perched near the broken TV aerial outside the window as I'm putting my face on. I look down to moisturise and then it's gone.

In the supermarket they ask to check the Bruce Springsteen bag every time. It's made of clear plastic and you can see what's in there. I buy bread and basil and make tomato bread salad. There's almost too much garlic so that it burns my mouth but the oil is good and I can feel the garlic stripping away my sore throat.

There was a time when everyone tried to sound like The Strokes, and Gerling sounded most like them on that one track. A dubious honour. Now The Strokes sound like Franz Ferdinand. The Arctic Monkeys sound like Ziggy Stardust David Bowie, on the next track like The Living End. And we respond.