Jack wrote his Mini off last night, I learned at about 19.30 today, swerving to avoid a dead badger on a B-road somewhere near Cheltenham where they had been filming Tinchy’s new video. He ended up in a tree. He is safe and sound; that, it goes without saying, is the most important thing. He has declared himself unfit to travel to see Stoke vs Portsmouth in the massive six-pointer tomorrow, and who can blame him. I picked the Merc up this morning after having a new electric loom put in: it went back into the garage with oil leaking out of the gearbox five hours later. It’s a nightmare, that car. Here, instead is an ace picture of Dylan, by photographer Gareth Evans, taken at a lure coursing event at the East of England Showground near Peterborough more than a year ago. It’s going to be the cover of the American Along Came Dylan which will be called Fetching Dylan. They publish in June.