My 13-year-old son Isaac wants to follow in the footsteps of another East Anglian, Ed Sheeran. Skilful cajoling on his part met with hesitant moaning on mine, but last weekend he won. I made a grumpy foray down to a shed that had a load of junk in it. The junk was moved, the shed swept and Isaac now has a home for his band, Siege. It may only be a shed, but it is his place and he is happy with it. If Isaac manages to squeeze from the universe a tenth of what Sheeran has it will be a good thing. In the meantime he is sporting a very carefully crafted fringe.