Let me say that nobody is more delighted than I am to hear about the reformation of Blur. Not a moment too soon, I'm sure you'll agree, has Alex James been wrestled back from his political pronouncements, talent judging and cheese-making into the bosom of the band which nurtured him. And long may he remain there, slightly smothered.
News of the band's intention to play a series of gigs together from next summer has not, however, caused the instant disappearance of Mr J to the practice room. Our old friend has written for The Independent today about another hobby: running around London parks in the middle of the night.
Is this another great journalistic con, or an admission to breaking the parks' rules? I am sure they close at dusk in winter.
