And, perhaps more importantly, have they all got the bends?

Yes, it is less than eight hours until the doors to the mighty Radiohead gig open. Despite the recent attempt to terrorise me (more of which later), I'm going to venture out in public, in order to see one of the fifty artists that the NME (I think?) informed people that you should see before you die. Or, given Radiohead's legendary depressive stereotype, whilst you die? Who knows, maybe I'll get lucky.

I might try and get tickets for either Feeder or Suede next weekend. Of course, next weekend is the Fleetwood Mac concert as well, which I unfortunately will not get to go to due to my tardiness. But the work of SundownPlayboy has led me to believe that Suede may be worth seeing - indeed, if only for the fact that I won't get the opportunity ever again.

I was never a huge Suede fan; in fact, I'm not even familiar with their material pre-1996. "Trash", "She's In Fashion" and "Electricity" are the three songs which automatically spring into my head when I think of them. During the Britpop era (which apparently is undergoing a resurgance through such class acts as the Sugababes and Busted; nice of somebody to inform me), it was always Oasis that I supported. Then, when I grew up, I appreciated Blur and Pulp a lot more, and finally I got on to the pre-Britpop phase, of Happy Mondays/Stone Roses-esque music.

But anyway, I'm going off at a tangent. Radiohead shall be good (although if they play any post-Kid A material, I'm in trouble regarding singing along), and should provide a welcome distraction from the goings on of the past few weeks. I received a phone call on my mobile (turned on at loud, as it doubles as my alarm clock) at 3am this morning. The person who tried to call me did not attempt to withhold their number, so they obviously want me to know this. I didn't answer. Who would call at 3am?! I'm not that exciting, surely...?

That's the extent of my terrorism. It's a hard life, but I guess being famous never made no-one loved by everybody. Here's hoping the airport deportation crew do their job.