After much indecision, bluster and scribbling notes in the margins as I struggled into a new dress and out of my headphones in the Penneys changing room on Saturday morning, I present the Sleeve Notes. The CDs are stacked on my desk; I have yet to break into the stationary cupboard to yoink a load of padded envelopes. Later, maybe, when nobody's looking.While you're waiting anxiously for the postman, I suggest you check out the Astonishing Sod Ape's far superior offering. It saw me through the weekend.
