As everyone knows I am always being accused of being Keane's biggest fan for, oh I don't know, bumping into Tom Chaplin's mother at Swiss Cottage in 1998 or something but last night whislt at Pierre Vitoire in Soho enjoying a meal with friends I noticed there was a pianist plonking along and as we'd been talking for some readon about David Varnish and Liza Minelli, one of our party shouted out for a laugh 'Somewhere Over The Rainbow!' and the pianist looked at us, raised his hand and played 'Somewhere Only We Know' by Keane having clearly misheard us, but bringing attention from all the trendies around us who now had us down forever and a few weeks as MASSIVE Keane fans who really like to hear painists in bistros play our favourite band.

My cries for him to play How I Wrote Elastic Man to scrape back some 'cred' fell on deaf ears sadly.