Back from a flying visit to London to see my all-time no.1 musical hero Peter Hammill at the Queen Elizabeth Hall. My first solo (as opposed to VdGG) PH concert for some time, I think. As ever, he was an extraordinarily compelling live presence, filling the hall with his unique voice and stretching every vein and sinew to near breaking point with the dark, tragic intensity of his songs.

Old hands like me complain about the predictability of Hammill’s live set these days, but it’s salutary to remember that the man had a near-fatal heart attack just a few years ago, and that we are privileged to see him on the stage at all. He’s spectacular, incomparable, the greatest and most moving genius of song in the world.