He's absolutely incredible. I was always rubbish at doing gymnastics but I love watching it.

Fantastic. And it's nice to see David T has as much trouble keeping his laces done up as I do.

I'm one of these weird people that thinks that music sounds best (or closest to the artist's vision) when you listen to it on the format or sound field it was created for. Personally I'd never feel comfortable titting around with a classic album. I admire SW's own music, and his brass bollocks.

But the thing I am working on at the moment, for release by the artist next year, was recorded from the ground up with the idea that there'd be an Atmos mix. And by jingo, there isn't half going to be one. It'll also sound absolutely banging in stereo on a slab of vinyl too.

Take a Year Zero approach. If it wasn't recorded with immersive audio in mind, leave it the heck alone. I'd absolutely HATE to hear, say, an Atmos mix of Scott 4 because it would be impossible to do it properly. And that album sounds incredible on a knackered slab of vinyl anyway.

Even without a roomful of speakers, listening to an Atmos mix in Binaural mode on headphones or earbuds is something I'd recommend to anyone. Controversially though, I don't recommend listening to anything by your favourite artist that's been remixed into Atmos. Leave that shit alone.

Dolby Atmos may be regarded as a gimmick, and in some ways it is. But in my opinion- and with reference to my pinned post as always- it brings us closer to Brian Wilson's idea of "teenage symphonies to god" or Alex deLarge's "angel trumpets and devil trombones" than any music technology before it.

Over the weekend I did Soho Radio, playing loads of my favourite knackered slabs of dusty vinyl (including a track by Dusty as it goes) but I also completed Dolby Atmos mixes of three tracks of an album I'm producing which is some of the most interesting and challenging work I've done to date.

Another fine piece of music

Church hall in Barnet. Think the youth club kids were having a disco. Or something. I just remember the music being played. Those melodies stayed in my head. Years later I worked out it was Black Sabbath, and then later still chanced upon the first Aphrodites Child LP.

Does it happen the moment you first hear Let Me Love Let Me Live? Imagine being 4, and hearing that and Paranoid on the same day.

Two things have changed- better kitchen equipment (ovens that actually reach the temperature on display and stay at it) and a different approach to cooking vegetables. They're no longer boiled to mush. My gran didn't think you could eat eg carrots unless they'd been boiled for at least an hour.

The kind of cat you’d know you’d got.

His head must weigh fifty pounds on its own

A tax on talking about the budget would solve all our problems

Speaking as someone who won’t inherit anything because my parents have never owned a house, I’m tempted to say anything over the value of the property when purchased should be liable for tax at the same rate as the higher rate of income tax. But that’s apparently the politics of envy.

Also it would be lovely to read something sometime about the Thatcherite idea that security in old age should be paid for by the increase in personal wealth rather than the state. Older people were supposed to *sell their homes to pay for social care* in return for lower income taxes.

Let’s re-frame the issue. Call Inheritance Tax and Capital Gains tax “luck taxes”. You’re lucky enough to acquire a pile of cash you haven’t worked for directly. Well done you! Now pay forward some of that luck so we can all benefit, and all feel a little more lucky.

When a Lime bike “earns” more than someone on minimum wage, or when a house “earns” more than the people living in it, then you’d expect a few think pieces about that, but no. Theyre all about losing out on grabbing the loot when Mater & Pater pass on. It’s ghastly. Ghoulish. Morally bankrupt.