Yesterday I visited a friend and as soon as I entered her room she shoved the latest issue of Q magazine in front of me. Albeit confused as to why she thought I’d have the slightest interest in such a rubbish magazine, I was intrigued as I saw Rufus Wainwright staring back at me. “Jessica!” yelped my friend, “It’s a disaster – Rufus is going pop and he’s working with the Pet Shop Boys!” Well, I tried to conceal my squees of excitement, but it didn’t really work…