We went over to Manchester this afternoon to catch a performance of 'Beyond Belief' - excerpts of the inquiry into the Harold Shipman case. I find serial killers strangely fascinating - which worries my partner - but in this case, the fact that he was only ever found out because he overreached himself once too often is very worrying. I wonder how many more therearewho are never caught - being realistic, the number of missing persons who are never found must end up somewhere.

We had booked a table at a restaurant, the 39 Steps, afterwards, but when we arrived they weren't open for half an hour after we had made the booking - brilliant. So we ended up at the Arminian Taverna.

Throat still feels like a ferret has crawled into it and found whilst listening to a Eurovision CD on the way back from Manchester that I can't sing at all....