Firstly I decamped to Wolverhampton to see Half Man Half Biscuit. Frankly I was left a bit cold. I remember being passed a poor quality tape of this quite fun little indie rock band in about 1992 and being quite amused. 13 years later I get around to seeing them, and to cut a long story short, while I've moved on in my tastes - they're doing the same old thing. For many people in the audience it was like seeing their favourite pub band, but for me it was a waste of my evening.
I could dwell some more about why, given that line of thinking, I still listen to NMA, but I can't be bothered.
Anyway, I came home, watched rats kiss and squeak at each other through the bars and took some photos of them. Here's one - I like the result. Click for the big version as usual.