It is just after midnight and I can’t sleep, so I’m lying on the couch and listening to Mogwai’s incomparably bombastic, optimistic magnum opus Mogwai Fear Satan. The music swells and fades and batters and sighs; it is a song that demands attention.

Earlier tonight I did my first cycle race, the Edinburgh 48 in Craigmillar Country Park. My shins are covered in nettle rash, my hands are midge-bitten and my muscles are utterly void of energy. My brain, however, is fizzing with nervous energy — this racing business is a lot of fun — and it demands to be occupied, and so I stick on some headphones and plug myself into some sprawling Glaswegian post-rock.

Also, I’ve joined Facebook. This is less exciting.

(A real post is in the works!)