It was my birthday yesterday. I'm 28. Eeep. That's officially 'late 20s'. And I've discovered - after a raucous evening with the librarians at which 'happy birthday' was sung to me four times - that I can't really hold my liquor anymore.

Elvis is in Texas right now. I swear he's doing this to drive me nuts. The only consolation: PJ Harvey and Queens of the Stone Age at the Big Day Out in January 2003.