Me and Anna went to see the Killers last night, who were very good and blundered but once: when you have two songs capable of bringing the place down – Somebody Told Me and Mr Brightside – surely common sense dictates that you save one for the encore?

Anyway, the band are doing their thing and Anna’s bopping away, and then it happens. I lean over to her and say:

“Look how many thousands of people are here just at this one gig. You could fit all the mountain gorillas left on the planet just into block bloody 6 over there.”

As I bought the tickets, she was paying for all the beer – this may or may not have had something to do with this little outburst.