Last night, I took James to see Wind It at Central Library. It was a performance by Naomi Kashwagi on two old gramophones.

Later, at a bar, he explained that he didn’t really leave his flat.

“Ever,” I asked.

“Not really. I spend most of my time at home or in the train station.”

“What do you do there?”

“Drink, mainly.”

Astonishing.

Manchester is full of sights and sounds. Experiences and adventures. I told him I would take him out and show him what he’s been missing.

Speaking of which, I’m going to be late. Must dash.