I went to Fernando's stag night on Friday. Had a great time - I ended up smuggling them all into my local for a last beer or two just after midnight, just after we shouldn't really have been allowed in - thanks, Andy!

Fernando and Helen got married on Saturday morning, the day after the stag and hen nights. I hope it went well - I know I was feeling a bit dodgy on Saturday morning - but then I did have to get up before seven.

Fernando's a real gent. He's working in Paris at the moment, and he bought me a present - a copy of the live Camille album that I've not been able to get a hold of in the UK, Live au Trianon.

It's really fabulous. If you've not heard Camille, run, don't walk to your nearest record shop and pick up something - La Fil seems to be available in loads of places. I promise you, she's like nothing you've ever heard. And the fact that I don't understand a word of the lyrics seems to make it even better - it's a pure musical experience.

The French can't make good popular music, you say? Give her a try, trust me. I bought about half a dozen of her CDs as Christmas presents this year.

There's a downside, though. If there's one thing I hate more than copy protection, it's incompetent copy protection. I can't listen to the CD itself on my CD player - it sounds awful, clicks every few seconds. But I had no problem ripping the CD to iTunes, and burning myself a new copy that plays fine. What's the point of that?

Updated: It was Friday night, not Saturday night. Doh!