Playing a blinder

Well, what can I say about today? I'm sitting here feeling shell-shocked after the hardest-hitting film I've seen in a long time - The Arbor, about the late Bradford author Andrea Dunbar.

My fragile condition has not been helped by the fact I have just helped to demolish a large tower of delicious profiteroles - although why I chose to gorge myself when I was still reflecting deeply on the film, I don't know.

Anyway, about today. Being a journo, I was going to blip about the new 'i' newspaper - or 'indy lite' as it has been nicknamed.

But after shelling out 20 pence for the first issue, I can only say I was distinctly underwhelmed and I just couldn't be bothered. My wife has just said: 'It's like our local paper - it looks like there's lots to read, but when you get down to it there's nothing really there. It's all superficial.' I tend to agree - I enjoyed reading the food menu for the Bristol Watershed more than 'i'.

To the picture... I have been meaning to take this view from our flat ever since we moved in because, for me, it's like a Mondrian painting writ large.

I took photos without the grill and door frame, but quite liked the lines they offered. And I just love those coloured blinds.