Paul Potts.

Ned referred me to Lynn Hirschberg's excellent piece in the NYT mag this weekend on Rick Rubin, whose recording mansion is just down the hill from our house and the children build camps in its garden. It's a great piece. Rubin shows Lynn a clip of Paul Potts, the winner of Britain's Got Talent. Just for fun I looked the piece up on YouTube. Maybe it was the emotion of the day (I just don't know what to do with all this sadness) and maybe I'm just tired, but big fat tears rolled down my cheeks as I watched the mobile phone salesman from south wales sing Nessun Dorma.