shiny, shiny, new, new

Met up with a friend in Birmingham a few months ago and noticed he was using a Silvine notebook. This instantly took me back to my youth, where these little red books were staple features of a Post Office or corner shop’s stationary shelf and would always be longed for – the allure of fresh, new, unwritten upon pages.


So my friend picked one up for me the next we met. But what shall I use it for?