Greetings from East Sussex. Home life is a mixture of joy and the niggling stresses of home alterations but it is mostly very joyful. Having a proper high-quality supermarket on my doorstep is strangely uplifting. We will eat well this year. Also, having the sea as the horizon lets you know daily where you stand, where you cannot go and where you belong. It is humbling. 

I had a break from making music this weekend after a full-on week and another one to follow. This didn't stop me spending an hour on the beach with some music in, loosening my arm on a few stones. Usually when I do this, the magic of shuffle let's a track settle into my brain box, tickling it a little with inspiration. On the beach, the tunes looped over with satisfaction but nothing really 'stuck'. "I know these few hundred tracks far too well", I told myself.

Then - on the way home - The Police saved me. I'd never really stumbled over this track, but it has now been on repeat in my head these last two days. Strict, catchy guitars with a lyric that really cuts and awesome free-roaming drums; it is pure post-punk pop-perfection.