I've had that Nellie McKay song "Waiter" in my head all day - especially the ending where it breaks into Carolina In The Morning. There is probably a good reason why no one ever wrote a song that said anything to the effect of "nothing could be finer than to be in Headingley in the morning"; and especially on a rather damp and grey morning in autumn.
That was what I had today as I trudged off to lectures. Now I have a happy afternoon of Internet-based research on the long-term storage of analogue tapes ahead of me for the dissertation. Time to put the kettle on, I think.
By the way, I highly recommend that Nellie McKay album to almost anyone - listen to at least 2 songs on it before you decide if you want it or not. Her website is http://www.nelliemckay.com/
As for the grey and damp Headingley, it is still grey and damp but at least it's not Hyde Park. Or Springburn, come to think of it.