My neighbour (for I'm at home waiting for the boiler fixing man) appears to be teaching him(or her)self the saxophone. Last week, I wasn't too sure whether this was just a hungover hallucination. This week, I am more confident that a real live person is either adjacent or above me emulating Lisa Simpson.

That, or else Brian is somehow pre-humously haunting me. Although the neighbour seems slightly less staccato in his renditions than Brian was. But I can't make judgements about his progress as I last heard him play his instrument over a month ago now. He may be Charlie Parker by now.