Planetjord.

I've got a show starting up on Radiowave next week. It'll be a world music show in the most literal sense– a different week, a different country and its music. I'll have Stuart The Crank in with me most weeks to provide his own twisted and hilarious take on the sounds and tales of the world. The prospect of sourcing the material for these shows is an exciting one, as this is very much an experiment: I vaguely know how it's going to begin and I have no idea how or where it's going to end.

You can listen to the show here, on Thursday afternoons from 4-5.

The opening show sees us jumping the stream into the exotic climes of France, where Serge may or may not kick things off.

Bestival

I finally scanned in some photos from this legendary weekend in September. Blessed with amazing weather, a boat, the word "please", an annoying sword and the mighty Kraftwerk, it was an unforgettable three days on the Isle of Wight.

There are some more photos here.

Light at its best

Thank you, UVA & Massive Attack.

R.I.P

Billie Jean live in Trafalgar.

I will be the first to agree the Michael Jackson had in fact died many years ago. And so, there was a man who had already stepped into his lunar shoes. Hops told me that this wasn't a chance meeting, and he's performing to Trafalgar Square most days, this one happening to be a very hot one in June - a great day for moonwalking in leather.

For a one man band he had his work cut out, but the crowd was inevitably there. I just wonder if he's still there, or if he's been propelled to stardom in the wake of his mentors public passing.

Yannis & Julian

Sitting around by the river, Munster.

Munster

Swimming the dog.

Guy Fawkes

Fawkes, weakened by his torture, was the last to climb the ladder to the gallows, from which he jumped, breaking his neck in the fall and thus avoiding the latter part of his execution.

Brothers

In the Ems, Westphalia.