After a hard day at the coalface, I’m sitting in the garden with a cold imported lager in a frosty glass working on my base tan and listening to Infected by The The. Inspired by the chatter around his recent shows I’ve had this on heavy rotation for the first time in at least 20 years – it’s very much the sound of second year university – and I’ve been struck by how many noises, tics, tricks and vocal inflections he borrowed from Hole by his chum Foetus. Anyway, I’d cued up Hole in an effort to sneak it in before Mrs P the architect got home but I got sidetracked by SteveT’s Joe Strummer rarities news, and now I’m about to swing too Black Market Clash – and it really is gloriously sunny over Stoke Newington. I’ve made coleslaw and later there’s going to be crispy, spicy wings with a garlic and lemon yoghurt. Which is all a long-winded way of asking, what you groovy fuckers doing tonight?