Alas, I cannot watch

Out late for a Chinese meal tonight, with some of the gang. We had one of those big round tables with a huge turntable.

Inevitably some of the plum sauce had a mishap.

Home late to find a little package containing the new Laura Marling album, complete with the DVD.

Which doesn't play. Grrr.

Anyway, I found the recording of "Alas, I Cannot Swim", from the concert we attended at St James Church, when the then blonde haired Laura was 18 years old.