I popped down to the Mediterranean this week in search of some much needed justice (it's a long story). The day after I arrived  Muammar Gaddafi was executed just across the water in Libya, whilst pleading for his life. If you live by the sword, it is hardly surprising if your death follows the same pattern. That said, when confronted with the humanity behind this violent and psychopathic man, I couldn't  help but feel a strange tinge of sorrow that the higher ground couldn't have been maintained and argued through a court of law. Still Gaddafi's actions didn't impact me directly, so who am I to judge.

On my way home I listened to some of the music that I had been sent over the last couple of weeks (I do try to listen to everything). Amidst much that was forgettable, lay a single gem in the form of 'The Alcoves' an unsigned guitar based band from Göteborg in Sweden. They reminded me of a more garage-rock version of former weareinvolved favourites the 'Shout Out Louds', and in my view this is a very good thing.