Hullo. I have the basis of the Tracks of the Year done, but don’t quite have enough time today to write it up. In which case, I’ll knock it to next week, and as that’s the day of the Guardian Masterclass I suspect it means I’ll have to kick it to the week after that. Unless I do the newsletter on Thursday? That would work. How come my interior monologue is coming straight out through my fingers? Why can’t I stop it? Someone help me before I start writing my pin number or something.