All is quite in the flat. The oven is cooking dinner. The telly is off, music on. Flatmate Mark and I are having 'quiet time' in different corners of the room.
Flatmate Mark looks over at me, and breaks the peace thusly:
"Your birthday is on a Sunday this year."
Well if that doesn't just take the shagging garibaldi I don't know what does... what kind of a party night is a Sunday? Harumph.
Who is Calvin Harris? This is Calvin Harris. He appears to have a small piece of the future of pop in his hands. Don't screw it up, man.