Wayne Coyne loves you

In fact, he loves us all. He told us so at least twelve times on Friday night when we saw him – and the rest of the Flaming Lips – treating us to a number of rousing tunes, quirky bits of video art and giant balloons. The best, and indeed only, gig I have seen at Birmingham Academy. Heartfelt thanks to Dave for getting the tickets and James for reminding me when the gig was. It’s lovely when a band cares about their audience.

Talking of love, my feelings for Norwich City FC border on adoration, especially when we play as beautifully as we did yesterday and come away with a 3-1 victory. And Ipswich lost 4-3. The world’s a happy place. After taking him along to a couple of games I may also have converted Frog to the cause. He admires our attacking, open play, our use of the wings and our evident team spirit. He says he’d be happy to accompany my old man to the game in Coventry on Valentine’s day. This beautiful thought will warm the cockles of my heart as I’m jogging around the streets of Rochester, NY, pursued by Courtney wielding a big stick when, if I were back home in Blighty, I could be watching the game too.

This is also the dawning of a new era for Junkopia. I have decided to embrace Blogger, the tool of honest web diarists the world over. I like the fact that it will organise my blog in all sorts of ways and archive all my old posts automatically, because I really can’t be bothered with that kind of housework. I think of it as a hard working Filipino maid with inviting eyes. Well, maybe.