On fieldwork. I do like the Brummies and their ways. (The way the girls at Bebo were helping out the panicky till girl on her second day with a three mile queue seemed to capture it.) The industrial muscle of the city is waning, but the civitas somehow cherished. You can sense the city fathers at your elbow. I seem to take comfort here. A proper city. And the Yardbird’s a good club too.

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Here’s the BBC’s Home Editor, Mark Easton, with the news that knife related crime and murders are DOWN a whopping 10-15% in the capital. But that’s not going to sell any papers, so you might not see it around much.

In groups last night, when someone (rather acutely) accused the client of sounding like Mr Cholmondley Warner

Sky have won. I’ve resisted for years, but in final proof that content is king, we’re off down the slippery slope. The Get Jack Back poster is part of Sky’s generally inspired, remorseless and, frankly, devious route to our souls and pockets. Until we get connected at the end of March, we’re Jackless.