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The deep depression has lifted and that's just the weather. Listening to the shipping forecast reflects how I feel at times but onwards and upwards. I see our mayor is being asked to explain himself by all the other parties for not coming clean on why so much dope was found in one of the council's warehouses. I saw him on the tele the other night and he looked stoned to the bone so maybe that's why he's keeping schtum.

Along with finding out that Zaragoza has the highest cinema attendance in the whole of Spain I learnt that a new complex has opened there and contains a cinema which will show films in their original version. Hurrah. Not too keen on seeing a Vietnamese film with Spanish subtitles but it's a start. There are sixteen screens and there are 'sesiones golfas', horarios madrugadas if you don't understand and late night movies if you don't understand that. The Scala in King's Cross circa 1986 is still a bit hazy but among the many things I like to do is go to the cinema in the wee small hours of. Along with the bowling alley up in Jaca and the kebab joints springing up around town I will be most contento. A Lidl and an internet connection too. Wonders will never cease. Maybe one day I will find bagels nestling along the varieties of bread that seem to be creeping in.

Not much else is happening apart from the usual. A book on all things underground in London is keeping me awake at night and I've still to get through all the Iain Sinclair books I have been regaled with.