I was being hurled about Dumbiedykes in a wheelchair at lunchtime yesterday but thanks to the iplayer caught up with the Movie Café this morning. There was even less of the band playing than I had anticipated but we did survive Liz Taylor's death and learn about the Rank gong.

It was found in a junk shop in Greenwich yonks ago and some years later given as a wedding present to the couple who run the Dunedin Wind Band. Not a terribly exciting story but illustrative of how things turn up in the least expected way. Just as on Wednesday night the man who turned up at my door with a census form was a theatre friend I hadn't seen for four or five years, earning an honest crust while hawking himself around the drama school audition circuit. He's living a few streets away from me in the same street that was lived in by another young actor who played in a production of mine a couple of years ago. Unlikely to be the same flat but how spooky would that be if it is.