Got home on Thursday night to a pretty distraught girlfriend.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, “Make it quick though, I’ve got a Music Week Awards brochure to finish...”

I should’ve realised. The radio was on in the background and eventually I recognised the enthusiastic growls of a certain New Zealandish disc jockey.

“I can’t believe it’s Zane Lowe’s last ever show,” said my girlfriend. “He soundtracked my life. I remember exactly where I was when he first played Franz Ferdinand.”