A matter of taste: an update.

Don't worry, this isn't an update on my turd-status (although I'm back on track, thanks very much – probably thanks to Mum who, when some family friends came over last night, put out a big bowl of crisps for her guests and, beside it, a small bowl of prunes for me). Nor is it an update on my tastebuds (also getting there, cheers – P’s spicy soup was delicious, and probably more fiery than I could taste, judging by his red-faced, sweaty reaction after eating it). ­No, this is a far more trivial update: it's been bothering me for days that I didn't answer the questions at the beginning of Wednesday's post. So, just for the record:

1) In alphabetical order: A Day In The Life by The Beatles, Beautiful Child by Rufus Wainwright, For Once In My Life by Stevie Wonder, Lucky by Radiohead, Pride And Joy by Marvin Gaye. (If I were allowed a sixth, which I know I'm not, it would be (Love Is Like A) Heatwave by Martha Reeves & The Vandellas. I only mention this because it concerns me that all five of my top songs are by men, and I wouldn’t want you to think that I’m averse to a female vocal.)

2) Derby County (incidentally where I should be right now, but I'm completely whacked and I fear that being witness to their shitness may put me back a few steps in my recovery).

3) Paul.

That’s a relief, I’ll sleep better tonight. Or will I? Maybe now I’ll start fretting that you’ll judge me on my answers, conclude that I’m a stupid-questionnaire-obsessed, male-vocal-biased, football-challenged, McCartney-loving fool, then stop reading the blog in disgust. Actually, if anything, you should take pity on me for the football thing. More for that than the cancer stuff, even.