I went to the cinema last night for the first time In ages and it was a nice experience. Comfy reclining seats, an idiot-free audience, and Dazed and Confused was just as fun as I remembered.

Currently reading: Left Bank by Agnès Poirier 📚

This evening’s view from the eleventh floor.

View across town towards a red sunset.

It seems like all of the things that used to fill up your spam folder are now being advertised on British television channels.

Five weeks in my new place and most of my books and CDs are still packed away in boxes. I like the tidiness. I like the lack of chaos. They might have to stay there for a while longer.

There’s something satisfying about coming home to your own place and locking the door behind you.

I found my old Sony Mini Disc player. It still looks shiny and brand new. I wish I could also find the recording of Alex Chilton I made with it when he played our local Art Centre back in the 90s. He performed a set of cover versions with a couple of Scottish musicians and I’m sure it would be of interest to collectors (if I ever found it). 🎵

Here’s a bit of joyful reading for a Sunday. 🎵

Joni Mitchell review – first headline show in two decades is three hours of total joy | Music | The Guardian

Found a dead mouse at my front door this morning. A gift from one of the local cats.

Trying out one of the ChatGTP iOS apps. It seems like the easiest way to try it without opening an account. I wont be continuing with a subscription because it’s way too expensive but I’m having fun asking for things like “write me a thank you email in the style of Groucho Marx” while the trial lasts.