Sternum? Damn near killed 'um.

Good: we now have an internet connection in the flat, so despite the fact that I don't have any time for an update today, you can look forward to a ramblingly self-promotional gig review sometime later this week.

Medium: TM continues to get better in the face of said gig, and I for one am in a dual state of happy and fearful anticipation.

Bad: somehow, a drunken Jez managed to punch a drunken me directly in the centre of my chest on Saturday evening, leaving me unbruised but with an irritating inability to stand up, cough or laugh without wince-inducing pain. At least it's not my fingers...