Bureaucracy and banging tunes

Have been attempting to fill out my UK tax return. Among other details, they want to know exactly how many days I've spent in the UK since April 2002. After three hours, I was audibly whimpering, and still no nearer completion of the form.

On a brighter note, DJ Beast makes her debut tomorrow night. I'm a little bit concerned that the technology will defeat me (I haven't yet mastered my DVD remote control), but if I can get to grips with it I'm confident of treating everyone to a fine eclectic mix of the best of modern beats.