Is There Anybody Out There...

...from the Post Office? Prompted by my chums at Planet Rock who played the live version of "Is There Anybody Out There" from The Wall a couple of times last week, I ordered the live Floyd album of the same name. And said album was despatched on Saturday, but has yet to find it's way onto my doormat, unlike junk mail despatched more recently. Poor show.

At this rate my new bathroom is going to arrive sooner (despite being ordered later, considerably heavier and, I hope, too large to fit through my letter box) and I'll be so busy plumbing and tiling that I won't have time to listen to it. Pah!