Desperate days. Last night I went to a student showcase at the Traverse to hunt down some innocent prey. The lovely Mr Cheales served as my broker.

Like some kind of desperate middle-aged lush, I pressed my business card onto various pretty young things (hmm, I remember being on the receiving end of this kind of disreputable behaviour a few years back. How the wriggling worm has turned).

So we shall see whether the golden business cards cast onto the murky waters yield plentiful and talented fruit.