Watching fireworks in a time of austerity. Literally watching my taxes going up in smoke. Poof! Just like that.

For all that I love technology, nothing beats reading a book on a train.

I love it when a good film has an equally good soundtrack. It extends the movie for me.

The silence of an early Sunday morning is shattered by the hypnotic patter of falling rain. Sounds better to me.

I love it when Mary Anne Hobbs introduces me to new music or reminds me of tunes I have forgotten.

There is something remarkably simple yet profoundly significant about just sitting & actually listening to the radio.

Words cannot express the joy for me of listening to new music on a Sunday afternoon at home.

The sun is shining in Motherwell ... lying in my back garden ... reading & soaking up the sun.

Walking my Cairn Terrier in the sunshine ... listening to the 99% Invisible Podcast.