Recovering after an aural assault last night. I liked Neil Young as a balladeer but can't make the transition to the heavy rockster he seems to have become. AND - unless they get into the habit of lifting the roof for summer concerts, there will be many who won't return to the stifling heights of the Perth Arena, where we sweltered for hours in the dead air.

Happy to come up for air. Proof corrections despatched to Vivid Publishing and the book cover now in it's final version. The result look far better than the earlier incarnations and I'll soon upload it to the New Book link.
Quiet night at home with stuffed tomatoes, a glass of red, and Xanadu, another William Dalrymple travelogue, as he retraces Marco Polo's original journey.