That was a thoroughly pleasant weekend, but I’m now fairly solidly knackered, despite being spark out by 11 last night. Resisted buying the new Beautiful South album, but am now staring at Amazon.co.uk with a sinking feeling, with both the album and “Hawksmoor” by Peter Ackroyd sitting in my shopping basket, calling to me. Got “Hawksmoor” in there as a result of Marcia’s recommendation and my own interest in one of Britain’s maddest and most interesting historical architects. I’m also contemplating “London: A biography” by the same author, but I think I’ll wait for the paperback on that one.