Imelda May

I'm not sure I ever was the Glastonbury type - too much rain, mud, camping, Rolf Harris etc. - but anyway I'm certainly too old for it now.
A relaxing Thursday afternoon/evening in the beautiful gardens of Chiswick House is more the kind of thing for a woman on the eve of her 40th birthday.

So that's where I'll be (after bunking off work early) on July 12th hoping that three days of Glastonbury has sucked all the rain out of the clouds.

The line-up's probably more to my taste as well with the likes of Goldfrapp, The Kooks, the Sugababes and Will Young playing, but the artist I'm perhaps most keen to see is Imelda May.

I hadn't really heard of her before I bought the tickets, but I've been listening to her album Love Tattoo a lot recently.

And although I always maintain that I don't like jazz, I do really enjoy the obviously jazz-inspired tracks like Big Bad Handsome Man and Smokers' Song.

She has one of those beautiful sultry voices that you could imagine hearing in a smoky piano bar in 1950s Chicago.

In fact, she's Dublin born and has spent the past few months touring the UK supporting Jools Holland.

I imagine, though, that it won't be long until she becomes a big star in her own right.