There has been much mayhem at the chocolate teapot factory today, so I haven’t been nourishing my lug-holes as well as I might.

I do, however, feel it necessary to state that I listened to something by Muse last night. It was rotten. In contrast, what I did listen to today was, on the whole, marvellous:

• Haydn – Symphonies no. 93, 97 (Colin Davis)
• The Raveonettes – Lust Lust Lust
• Haydn, Hummel etc. – Trumpet concertos (Alison Balsom)
• J.C. Bach – Symphonies, op. 9

I’ve discovered Alison Balsom’s playing rather later than everyone else; I must admit that when a fuss was being made about this album I was put off by the rather vampy photography. Surely, thought I, if EMI are marketing Ms. Balsom on her looks then her playing must be deficient (cf Katherine Jenkins). But no. She is, of course, supremely talented – a woman possessed by music if ever there was one.

That’s yer lot. I promised that I only had one Doctor & The Medics story, and I wasn’t lying.