In that great film The Commitments, the band had this psycopathic roadie, who came in very handy at times. You know, now and then I feel we could do with a fella like that round here...

But we seem to have got sidetracked from talking about the CD. Could we turn our attention from the little squiggly fella jumping up and down with his tongue out, and talk about something to do with why we're here in the first place, music and good conmopany?