Pro-tip from me: If you’re tempted to go to a gig so drunk you talk and laugh loudly and distractingly all the way through the entire set let me tell you about pubs! They’re very much the place to do that, and you don’t have to pay to get in!

Reading my emails this morning and discovering that last night, after some 8 pints and really feeling it when Jagged Little Pill came on, I appear to have bought myself (the most expensive tier of) Alanis Morrisette tickets

Been doing this job 14 years and still, the sound of the “housekeeping?” hotel door-knock when I am fresh out of the shower makes my brain go ‘surely they will just burst in upon my nakedness now’ and my mouth yell ‘erm, no, please’ in an undignified, panicked voice