So I was going to edit the mix CD last night whilst the better half went out with her mate R. However R turns up and is seriously worried about a presentation she has to prepare for today ‘cos her scanner’s knackered.

Always being a helpful sort, I offered my assistance – kind of forgetting what R does for a living.

Dr R is in sexual health, so instead of mashing up beats last night, I spent the time scanning in lurid colour photos of diseased genitalia.

I started off being slightly flabbergasted and intriqued by the whole thing, but ended up in techy spod mode, wondering if there were enough shades of red-pink in photoshop’s “save for web” function.

My message to you, dear reader, is look after yourself!