Wickies

High winds put a kibosh on a morning of cycling. I knew this would be the case when I went to bed last night - cue no alarm set, lie-in, coffee, paper, e-a-s-i-n-g into the weekend.

And then a double dose of cinema...

First up was a solo trip to The Cameo for a matinee of The Lighthouse. Intense and immersive and really *something*, even if I'm still not quite sure what that something was. I've been reading up on a few of me Greek myths since.

And then out to the local multiplex early evening with the family for The Personal History Of David Copperfield. Effervescent and joyous it was, chuckles aplenty, hugely entertaining.

Right, I hear that Liverpool are still doing (in Klopp's own words) "pretty good". MOTD beckons.

Ruins