the international language

Crushing out in a major way on the new Gruff Rhys record Hotel Shampoo (more fangirling on it for russh here)

And this song!

the visible personification of absolute perfection

The intimidatingly erudite and thoroughly charming Stephen Fry. In person, at the Opera House! I had a dream once where he bought me a gin, and that is how my imagined version of this evening ended. 

In this ideal world Caro and I were also not half-drowned during the walk between the car and the concert hall. Inside-out umbrellas, wet stockings and a handbag that smelled like damp stables (the combination of straw in the rain, who knew?). He was worth it.