Newsweek Scotland: A bad back and a week in news
I'm suffering muscle spasms this week after being forced from the matrimonial bed by the children and trying to curl up in a four-year-old's bed. It was like that ancient torture of a cage that I think I saw at Madame Tussauds and which is just too small to allow you to sit, lie or crouch with any degree of comfort. I moved to the sofa and watched the Ashes cricket from Sydney - well done, England - before demanding my place back in my own bed. I secured a foot-wide sliver of mattress and barely slept. Then I've got to come in here to work.
So I didn't expect to have much inspiration but luckily the producer has been awake and alert and has got on without me. Thus we have an uncomfortable look at the story of Asian men organising to groom white girls for exploitation. It takes place in northern and midland England but it is also a tale of how one culture can view people from another differently - the very basis of discrimination. We have a forthright interview with the Ramadhan Foundation on sexual attitudes among some muslim men and how it plays into the hands of the racists.
There's a strong muslim strain in our look at the Middle East with Rosemary Hollis of City of London University. The so-called peace process is 19 years old and failing. Obama is part of the failure. His envoy has achieved nothing. The participants see no point. Tony Blair may be the only optimist left. Are we heading for war?
And if Video Killed the Radio Star, did the iPod kill the record player? HMV is closing stores having already swallowed FOPP. A friend says the specialist music shops selling sheet music are in decline and is there anywhere left to go to sample classical music before you buy? One HMV store I know closed their classical area and stocked it with computer games for the acne generation.
In the week Gerry Rafferty's memory hovered like the haunting sax notes on Baker Street, music nut John Cavanagh looks at changes in the music business. And just to be clear, I do mean music nut. He knows so much about music, he's like a mobile juke box in a floral shirt. That reminds me... think I'll wear mine in the morning. Join me at 8.