I set fire to myself on Saturday.  Not deliberately.   Could happen to anybody (although it’s never happened to me before, or anyone I know, I must admit).  I was making porridge at the time, in my dressing gown, as one does, and my sleeve caught the gas ring.  Wondering why I suddenly felt so warm (hot flush? global warming?), I soon realised that a large part of my dressing gown was ablaze.  One of my New Year’s resolutions was that I would be more creative this year, but self-immolation was not what I had in mind.  Although, thinking about it, I probably made quite an impressive fire sculpture.

Talking of creativity, you can feel the creative vibes in Stackpool Road cul-de-sac at the moment, where several people are planning this year’s contribution for the Art Trail weekend (May 12th and 13th).  It’s going to be called “A Car Boot Tale”, with each car boot containing a mini-installation, telling some sort of story.  Should be fun, and follows last year’s masterpiece, in which the cul-de-sac was transformed into “HMS HomeZone”.  It was hailed as “possibly the finest nautical-themed installation in a cul-de-sac this year”.

The highlight of the weekend was Bristol City’s win over Northampton Town.  Much needed, following the ignominy of a rare defeat by Rovers earlier in the week.  I don’t know much about football, but what I do know is that I love the drama and spectacle of watching City, with Brendan, Jon and anyone else I can persuade to put themselves through it.  I also know that wingers make a big difference, and on Saturday, we had a matching pair of them, and we won.  No coincidence.