I've made no secret of the fact that next week's Tom Waits gig in Paris has put me in a state of perpetual chomping-at-the-bit excitement. What I've now found out, however, is that this manic enthusiasm seems to be rubbing off on my nearest and dearest, too. I was driving my car to someplace or other this evening with Clare and her astonishingly-bright four year-old daughter, Lily, as passengers. On the car stereo was Leonard Cohen's I'm Your Man album, which Lily took a strong disliking to. Fair enough, I though: Leonard Cohen is a bit of an acquired taste. [...]