Last night I went to Paris to see Björk. This was something I never thought I’d be lucky enough to say; I was treated, for Christmas, by somebody who believes I deserve to be treated. That in itself is a warm thought indeed. The whole experience rendered my entire vocabulary of adjectives completely useless. Björk’s voice was everything and more than I’d expected live, and so was her wig. She played Unravel, which was one of the songs I fell in love with the hardest when I was a teenager. It was one of those that got me one day, with unexpected vigour. As a soothing interlude between songs, there was Attenborough’s voice speaking about what he knows best and the relationships between music, nature, technology; biophilia. The idea of their collaboration makes my digits fidget. I waited years for this show and now there’s even more to look forward to. Best March Christmas ever.