9.50pm in the café at south square centre, thornton, after an event entitled “no fun intended: a complete waste of an evening”—a performance by poet, humourist & resident of chiavenna, northern italy, ray ball.

centenary square, bradford, in peaceful early summer, early evening mood.

a wide variety of human life gently going on here.

in the queue in the newsagents at leeds bus station, waiting to buy a bounty bar.

stereo shop assistants bravely & efficiently wading through an endless stream of customers.

more sounds of birds in captivity, this time in the outdoor aviary at cliffe castle, keighley.

i was totally captivated by the sad, mournful sounds of the diamond doves, contrasting so sharply with the mad exuberance of the canaries & budgies.