Euro 2008 is finally over. So, what have we learned from the last three weeks of television coverage?

I went to see Radiohead the other night. Having been a fan since I was a teenager, the anticipation of watching them live was like a wet dream. But like a 15-year-old boy heading to the bathroom in the middle of the night, conscious of the damp patch seeping into his mattress, I came away feeling a bit disappointed.

Euro 2008 is drawing to a close, and the speculation has begun as to where the stars of the tournament, like Russia’s Andrei Arshavin, will be playing next season. But not every Euro star has made the big league…

Pride of place in any 1990s time capsule ought to be two black T-shirts, one with the word ‘Ad’ printed in large white letters on its front, the other with the word ‘Joe’. The Adam and Joe Show was Channel 4. Now they’re back, but this time, they’re on the radio…

Looking around last night’s awesome Journey (rawk!) gig at the Manchester Apollo, it was hard to deny it: some years have passed since this band’s heyday. Arena’s advanced years, in fact, were cruelly brought home to us when we were standing at the back, squinting at the singer, going, “Is that Steve Perry?”

I felt a blast of pure grade-A nostalgia the other day at seeing a couple of familiar names in the honours list. David and Richard Darling, the superbrains behind a truckload of computer games of the 1980s, have been awarded the CBE. And rightly so.

Monday evening, as I’m sure you’re aware, was excessively hot. And I was at a gig. In a pub’s back room sans air conditioning or windows. With a lot of other people and apparently no regard for fire regulations. Overheated, intoxicated bodies writing around to the music. It was great for the atmosphere, just not for the smell. Which was a potent mixture of beer and spirits and sweat. Predominantly sweat.