This morning is easy, I am in hospital trying to get my bladder working , hoping not to be relying on plastic tubes. This afternoon could go one of two ways. One keeps me in University Hospital , the other allows me to run down to Brighton to be a part of the Great Escape. I fear the former as it sounds like a ward party featuring Eurovision.

The Great Escape is British music from musicians, Eurovision is what is produced to make money from nostalgia . Britain gets to be there because we put in so much into the coffers of the event by way of viewers and presumably by fees for watching. It is 50 years since the Ramones and Patti Smith and Television came over from America to shake up my early teenage years and nearly 50 since the Damned and Clash and most of all the Sex Pistols told the world what Britain could really do.

The Great Escape in Brighton is a four day event which features the same unknows as punk threw up from 1976 onwards. Sure they aren’t working in a world as bad as Britain in the 1970s but kids are kids and Great Escape is two fingers up to Eurovision.

I haven’t been as much this year as I’d hope. Medical conditions and workload have made Brighton harder to get to after work. But today is Saturday and with a bit of help from the NHS , I hope that Brighton will be the hop, skip and jump it has been in the past.

I hope to pick up with old friends, meet Regulators on the one hand, old friends from uni days who still live in the parts forty five years on.

And we will be dancing and singing and rioting against the rubbish that BBC is throwing at the nation.

It will be the Great Escape from Eurovision for Brighton or I will be tuned in to Radio 3 on my buds in hospital!