50 years ago today Nick Drake died.

All three of his albums are melancholic. masterpieces. If this is the first you’re hearing of him, check him out immediately.

I rarely think about how I’m lucky to live in a warm house with running water, have access to the internet, the freedom of a car, or that I’ve outlived plenty of my ancestors. I barely notice any of it – to my shame.

But nearly every time I have that first sip of Fanta Orange or bite of a burger I am immediately delighted, gleeful and thankful.

As I’ve gotten older less and less excites me. Life simply felt sweeter at 16. But at least a Sprite still tastes just as sweet.

AI has officially arrived. My Mum has sent me a AI-generated video on Instagram.

Morning all 🍂

UK-folk, don’t forget to get yourself into some woods in the next few weeks — the leaves are looking gorgeous. They’re even managing to give some autumnal life and deep colours to this drab industrial estate.

My Saturday:

  • 📖 Read
  • 🪑 Ikea
  • 🥾 Walk
  • 🍿 Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

I envy people who can be productive in a coffee shop or office. My ideal working condition is a a dark, windowless pit devoid of light and people.

"Cheating alleged after men’s world conker champion found with steel chestnut"

The Guardian° The winner, 82-year-old David “King Conker” Jakins that he used a steel conker to win.

This is his first time winning the competition, after 47 years of trying (since 1977).

To be honest, after 47 years I’d be tempted to cheat to win too.

The chap who lost in the men’s final against “King Conker”, said:

“My conker disintegrated in one hit, and that just doesn’t happen … I’m suspicious of foul play and have expressed my surprise to organisers.”

I love stories like this. And I’m pleased and surprised to see it get attention from both Hacker News and Sky News (video).

I’m getting old. Not because I turned 33 yesterday. But because ‘late nights’ are now defined as going to bed late enough to miss the start of BBC Radio 3’s “Night Tracks” at 10pm whilst I drift off to sleep.

I love people who use social media like it’s 2009.

Yes, please tell me that you’ve brewed some coffee after walking your dog and that tonight you’re trying a new moussaka recipe and Noah Baumbach film.

I love that peaceful and personal vibe. Homely, not hateful.

my google.searches on my.phone.alwuas end up looking.like.this