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.

"I take a vacation in your eyes", Ilya. I love when music expresses my thoughts better than I ever could.

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.

Surrounded by friends (who are colleagues) ... eating & sharing al fresco in Glasgow City Centre.

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

Sitting in my garden ... eating bagels & enjoying the evening sun. Bliss.