Captain entering daddom came in abundance this week with ads for an evening with Rod on our new set top, (box set, oh gawd whatever you call it thing you put on top of the telly to get digital). The admittance that he’d love to be rocking with the cheeky scot on a tv special is good. I think.

My dad-rock yearning stretches to once delivering the stewmeister flowers and catching him on his wood lathe, no sign of the leopard print leggings of a mis spent youth but he was wearing shoulder pads. My crush ended there.

Rod aside, arty window dressing jobs, a Rob Ryan adventure and an engagement party beckon this week, I’m thinking spring bulbs, mothers day, joyeux paques – jeez aren’t we all!?

xxx