
I met a lot of lovely Nordic people at The Great Escape in Brighton last week. Most people from that part of the world tend to be heinously pleasant, helpful and kind. It's enough to warm the blackest of hearts. Indeed, one of them went the extra mile and gave me the worst cold known to man, and now ANBAD towers is awash with phlegm, grumpiness and empty Aspirin packets. Of course, not all of our chipper Nordic chums dispense cold germs so freely: Henri Devereaux 's subtly thunderous Daydreamin' has been in [...]