Gonna be a mental toss flycoon

Airport trips, missed chances to rehearse, a returning wife, dayjob madness, an unintentional poem and lots of Frank Zappa from the iPod's random brain. That's what this week has been like.

My 43rd birthday is coming up and I'm resolving to write more poetry, finish the novel (yeah, right), try snowboarding, be an OK dad, take more photographs I can be happy with and play some great gigs.