Just recovering after a completely pointless day. Spent most of the morning gathering all my applications to show the jobcentre Im worth their paltry 25£ a week, which they refused to even look at. This is the so called interview you get every 3 months where you are supposed to prove you are looking for work. Of course I never had a problem as I've been a non stop application machine, but it slightly irks me that someone could have done bugger all in the way of job hunting and be earning 100's of pounds a week. Oh well...

Lastfm seem to have a lot of Tom Paxton, who is the only performer of note Ive had the opportunity or money to be able to see live. A famous product of the Greenwich Village scene, Tom writes about crack cocaine addiction and the lives of hookers, while looking like the sort of chap who should be dishing out Werthers Originals to his granchildren, while rocking in an armchair round a fire (maybe he does). Try his eulogy to the 9/11 firefighters who died in the twin towers The Bravest and this wonderful song. A true living legend.