My post-concert report: I went to the Paul Weller concert on Friday night. He used to be in The Jam and the Style Council and he has a cult following. On the way there, my friend Craig, who was driving, kept picking at the hair in his ears. Not that it's very long, but he kept at it, and when he would get ahold of one, he'd yank it. He kept this up for about 10 miles until I felt like killing him. At the concert, I itched my nose and felt a hair coming out of my nose that seemed to be the size of a piece of licorice. I tried to subtly yank it, kind of noodling around my nose until I could grasp it. Finally, I got it and yanked it out. It was about an inch long. I know this is all disgusting, but I share it for this reason: maybe when you reach a certain age, you should stop going to concerts.