My six-year-old recently graduated from Peter Combe to Martha Wainwright. That’s right; she skipped Hannah Montana and High School Musical and went straight to the good stuff. It wasn’t without some encouragement from me, of course, such as making sure there was always a Martha Wainwright CD in the car once I realised she was partial to the singer-songwriter, but I still think it’s an inspired leap. My daughter may well revisit the bad stuff later on, though. After all, she has a mother who is a rabid Twilight fan, right down to owning a Twilight keyring. That’s right; the kind of keyring they normally sell to twelve-year-olds.