Nickel

She waits, she checks her phone for bus times.

In Tollcross en route to The Outsider for lunch. Where I bumped into misterft sorting out his bill on the next table to us. He recommended the trout as he left,  I went for the pork instead - nowt personal ;-)

A mooch around Blackwells AKA James Thins AKA Jimmy Thins to spend a book token and a wander down Princes St before heading to The Cameo for a teatime screening of Nickel Boys. Wow. Hard to do it justice in words, and also quite hard to describe. The style of it may not be for everyone but it really was quite magnificent in places, and some of the visual elements quite exceptional. And with an emotional pull to match.

On The Soundtrack